A party in the backseat

We were headed home last night when out of nowhere Connor started laughing. It was so funny I couldn't help myself I started laughing, too. It was contagious. The more I laughed the more Connor laughed. It went on for several minutes. Then at one point with all three of us laughing I told Connor "Good Job!" and he started clapping. Each time I said "Good job" he clapped again. After a few times I threw in a "Whooo!" and he threw his arms up in the air. So we repeated the "Good job" [clap, clap, clap], "Whooo!" [hands in the air] wave dance for a few minutes before we all dissolved in another round of giggles.

Connor is such an easy going happy little guy. He has a faint dimple on one cheek that comes out when he really gets to smiling that is just too precious. He's quick to laugh and super ticklish, too.

Drive by Snacking

When I arrived at daycare on Tuesday to pick the boys up it was snack time. All the kids except Ryan were sitting at the table and eating their snacks. Ryan on the other hand was standing up, chair no where in sight. As I watched he ate his last goldfish. He then looked over at his neighbors stash. His hand shot out so fast and he snagged the goldfish before I even realized what was going on. Having polished off the last of his immediate neighbors snacks he made his way down the table helping himself to some of the other kids snacks leaving havoc in his wake. It was just so funny, and just so Ryan.

Crayons go up one drawer higher

While we were getting ready for work this morning we left the boys alone for a few minutes. I heard some squealing and fighting, and even told Kevin we should probably check on them. When I was done getting ready a minute or two later I came out to find an empty kleenex box with remnants of the tissues thrown all over the floor. Thank goodness it was an almost empty box. They must have really had a good time pulling them all out, strewing them everywhere, and then tearing them to shreds as they fought over them. The little stinkers.

Rated: N for Nudity

The little houdini figured out how to get his pants off. And I really don't think that's a good thing...



The boys were running a little low on laundry so we put them in some PJ's that are a little too big. While crawling around one of Connor's pants legs kept slipping down swallowing up his foot. The next thing I knew he was running around pants in hand. I put them back on and rolled the pants legs up in the hope that if he wasn't stepping on them that they would stay put. That seemed to help for a little while, but once again I got busy doing something and turned around to find him running around sans pants again. I decided I better put him in something he couldn't get off like a onesie before I had him running around not only missing his pants, but missing his diaper, too.

And speaking of the little houdini, Connor has been pulling socks off, or more accurately just one sock off, almost every night for quite a while. And just about every morning despite that little bare foot the sock(s) is suspiciously absent from the crib. Today while I was changing the sheets and pulling the bumpers off to be washed I pulled the cribs away from the wall and found a whole pile of socks and a teether, too. Apparently he is stockpiling in case of emergency.



While I was changing the sheets the boys played with their blocks and ran around upstairs wreaking havoc. :)



They love to play with the blocks. Unfortunately as we discovered the first time we pulled the blocks out to play they require adult supervision. If left alone for a few seconds the little beavers attempt to turn the faux wood blocks into a combination of wood chips and sawdust. They are quite effective at it, too. Ryan especially.