Monday, May 21, 2012
At the end of our old street (a whole 1/2 block away) there is a cool rope swing that Matt and Escher have discovered.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
"Put me in there, Mommy, with all my am-imals... with blankee and fwoppy and rex and alex and marty and melman and baby giraffe and baby wion and baby hippo and baby tiger and other baby giwaffe and big elley and baby elley and big zebra and big elley too!"
It took waaaay longer for him to name all of his animals than it did for me to grab my camera and snap this shot.
Escher found these shorts in his drawer and said "I like these. They are cool!" They belong to a rhino pajama set!
Ahh, thats better. We've been having issues with Escher throwing sand at the beach. One day I told him if he threw sand one more time we were going to have to go home. 3 minutes later I was dragging him across the beach back to our house. In all honesty I really should have thought that punishment through... I didn't want to have to leave the beach! Yesterday we told him that if he absolutely HAD to throw sand, to throw it in the ocean. Not at anyone else, but into the ocean. I'm pretty sure that throwing sand is just a right of passage that they have to go through, but at least this way he is redirecting back to its home. He did really good this morning while we were at the beach so I hope we have worked through it...
I'm not sure what he was doing at the time but I just love this picture. You can see his chunky cleft chin!
While Escher knows to blow the flower apart, spit tends to fly out too... Which only leads to wet, sloppy flower that won't blow away.