I spy with my little eye

Five little munchkins at the park

For a paranoid mother like me, the challenging part of going to the park is keeping track of multiple little running people, and keeping them all in view all the time. Today was exceptionally easy because there weren't any other little people to confuse me, or any other big people to distract me.

I kept all five munchkins in scope the entire time!
(eight points for me)

Can you too?









hints: one munchkin doesn't move around at all
the five munchkins split up into two pictures once

Introducing Junior

Junior

or Juniorette?
I am really getting curious.

Whichever it is, the baby is a bit of a pain in the back some days. Or a pain in the whatever-it-chooses-to-kick.

As you can see, I am rather pregnant. Or fat. Depending on how tactful you want to be. :p
I have a midwife appointment today, so I have babies, labour and all that fun stuff on my mind.
I am no longer able to pretend I'm not pregnant. Putting on pants and socks is quite a work out. First thing in the morning it can be rather dangerous!! But that's just the tip of the pregnancy iceberg...

Last midwife appointment, I was informed gleefully by my ditsy midwife that the baby was head down already (after some painful probing). Shortly thereafter she mentioned that baby will likely be turning around for a few more weeks yet, so that was by no means useful information. Today I get my cool and professional midwife.

Morning people

I have often wondered if there is such a thing as a morning person.

It seems like an oxymoron to me.

If you do enjoy mornings, can you really be a person?


Poor Matthew had to be woken up this morning
since the rest of us were too hungry to let him have his beauty sleep.
(Good thing he's a guy...so it doesn't matter as much
if he never becomes beautiful.)


Perhaps I should go grocery shopping soon, or else put some effort into breakfast.
Cheerios are actually kinda gross...
good thing we are all pretty hungry first thing in the morning!

Puzzles and packing

I told Nathan one morning that I thought he could finish the puzzle that day, since he was getting them in quite easily...and only had a bit more than 20 left. He managed to do it too yet! But not all at once--when Melanie and Matthew were having too much fun downstairs, he thought he should be there to restrain them. ;)


I started packing food for the camping trip, and this is how far I've gotten. It looks so yummy, that if I have to wait much longer, I may have to buy and bag it all over again!! Not that healthy looking though. :o I'm sure glad that I don't need to carry the food bag...once all the meals are in too, it's gonna weigh a ton!!

stuff

home grown tomatoes
It's hard to catch them before they rot. Any hints?


Long term project: first 100 piece puzzle

Life's a big party.

Melanie (who at the moment is wailing away in her bed because she wanted a bath this evening, but it wasn't on the schedule...) just LOVES going out. She's the only one who doesn't object to going to church FIVE mornings in a row. She doesn't think it is fair that VBS ends tomorrow--why can't it go on forever?

She chats all about her girlfriends when she gets home, telling me which ones didn't behave, and what they all did together in the babysit. Where did she get her social skills from?

Genes

So who does cutie pie look more like, Mom or Dad?
(I'd give a better pic of Dad but he's SO uncooperative!)

Mystery of the missing blade

I dropped my beloved peeler on the floor. Now it is only a handle. There it landed, and though I went down on my knees and peered in all the cracking-grout cracks, though I looked in any imaginable place it could have bounced or slid to, it remains hidden from me.

Where oh where did it go?

I shall miss it sorely.
For can a peeler be a peeler if it can no longer peel?

And no, Matthew did not eat it--he was not in the kitchen at the time. Tho, he is a likely culprit.

Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?

Or can they not be stolen if they're not actually finished being made yet?

I followed the advice, or perhaps, more accurately, the example of someone today. I banished my stay-out-of-the-kitchen-or-end-your-life-early rule. But only for the afternoon.

Both my helpers were eager, curious, and cooperative. Must be because of their lack of exposure to real life experiences. Poor kids. :p


Nathan is adding tonnes of extra vanilla extract. Fortunately the vanilla container is empty, so it's only imaginary extra vanilla. Otherwise the taste would have been a LITTLE off. After all, he was only adding a LITTLE extra.


Melanie's thinking "Those don't look very much like cookies to me!"AND "I wonder if I can eat some now, or will Mom notice?"


If the cookies turn out a little damp it's probably from all the extra drool. (Three sources of drool today instead of only having one source normally.)

Presents

Proof that we did actually give the presents and didn't sell them on e-bay and buy clothes for me instead. (May do that later if I kept all the packaging. ;) )

Matthew's gift I had actually purchased for him and forgot after I wrapped it. I accused someone else of getting it, and then finally remembered that I was guilty. :o
Horrible me. :o



As a tangent: I love seeing the backside of a piggy-tale girl. Philip thinks that I put them in too far forward on this day, but I thought it made them even cuter being placed more prominently. A tie breaker opinion please!


Melanie is trying deciding whether or not this is something worth fighting over. Turns out Matthew is more of a problem for this floor puzzle since he loves sitting on it while it is being made, and thoroughly enjoys taking it apart whenever he sees it unguarded. He leaves "no two bricks on top of each other."
I confess that I enjoy his demolition style. :)

Now to decide if he can tackle this project or if he will ask for assistance. He did manage to do it all himself, but needed a bit of verbal prompting to get him started. In May he needed help with almost every piece of the new floor puzzle he got that time...so he's progressing I'd say!


And what could be here for the girlie girl?

At first it was only pushed together on the pegs, but we discovered that even for a couple minutes, it needed to be screwed together properly.


And what dollie wouldn't want such a cuddly puzzle box duvet? I think she was trying to put it back in a box, since it came in a box. Otherwise I have absolutely no idea why she's got that box there. Weird kid.

G'night.

Puzzle Unraveled.

Matthew
Nathan
Matthew
Matthew
Nathan

I thought that the bottom two showed the most similarity between them. If I hadn't taken the pictures, I think I wouldv'e mixed those two up.

Guessing games.

Ever since Matthew was born I've had THESE PEOPLE tell me that he looks SO much like Nathan. Now, I just wrote all THESE PEOPLE off as crazy, until one day someone said:
"Matthew looks exactly like what Nathan did at that age."
"Oh?" says I.
Oh--did all THESE PEOPLE mean they were referring to what Nathan's former appearance compared with Matthew's current looks?

Hmm....
Maybe THESE PEOPLE are on to something.

So here's the test: which one is which?





They're both eight months. My time flies!

PS. No cheating allowed--only YOUR guesses, no looking up other peoples thoughts! Otherwise I'll never know if they're really related or not. :p