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.

Would you care to join us for chocolate pudding and coffee?

Today the kids helped me make chocolate pudding with Melanie's supplies. I had to provide a bowl, as hers wasn't going to contain two cups of milk and a package of powder. We used her mixer, which was great fun. It wasn't as smooth as it could have been, but that's what happens when the munchkins do the mixing. I think it was starting to set by the time we were halfway through mixing.


Oh well, it tastes just as good, if not better! Such hard labour over it increases the appetite. ;)


Looking at that might decrease the appetite.


Dainty little coffee drinker. I mistakenly called it juice once. And was reprimanded severely.


Believe it or not, but SHE spilled much less than he did. However, HIS shirt was much cleaner than hers by the end. So I guess that makes it even.








What, more work! We made it, now we have to clean up too? (Welcome to my world! :p Except that they enjoyed cleaning...too bad all my dishes are breakable, or I could enlist them. :) )




Can you see the difference a year and a half has on a body profile? Or maybe I should be organizing a diet for this young person? ;)


Some poor little guy only woke up in time to splash in the water a little. It never is fun to be the youngest one, hey?


It's been a while since I've done a mirror portrait. Looks like Matthew's hair needs a bit of a trim!


I'm a little paranoid about food poisoning. My advice to you, is not to take a food safe course unless you really have to. I cooked this meat twice! I cooked it in the morning, but it was too hot to deal with, and I was in a hurry to go somewhere, so I left it in the pan for 4 hours. Then, when I looked at it I thought perhaps it was a little red on the top. So I cranked the heat and, here I am trying to roast the guts out of it. I've been imagining cramps ever since I ate this meat...

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

I am so good looking.

I get the impression that my previous fashion display was not appreciated in the way it ought to have been. So here is a toned down, more reader friendly version. If you don't like that, then I think I'll give up on you all as unfashionable to the last degree.


Yikes! My camera fell off the chair when I had the self timer set!! Did I mention that I was hoping for donations to replace it? Not sure why it can't take a fall or two...they don't make camera's like they used to. ;)


And there's me trying to look happy with my hairstyle, and pretending the bangs aren't getting in my eyes too much.

Fall Fashion

Totally hip me starting a new trend:

Tips: it's all in the upturned collar, loose tie belt, and two bottom loose buttons. The accent shirt should have a small busy pattern to complement the larger brighter pattern of the main shirt. Also, messy hairstyles are in this season. For more great fashion tips go here.

I'm Dreamin' of a White Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know!

So today was super windy, and whenever we got hit by a big blast my darling daughter protested vigorously. Who can blame her? Personally, I think wind is something that fits better in the summertime, and a breeze or blast would be welcoming to cool things down. This girl was especially upset this morning when it blew off her coat. Just too much for her delicate *heehee* personality to handle. When we headed out to go shopping this aft. she started weeping very loudly and raced back in the door.
"What's the matter Melanie?"
"It's snowing."
"Yeah, I know. Let's go it the van now, we have to go shopping."
So she does. And the snow is no longer traumatizing. Isn't it amazing what a simple logical statement can do for a two-year-old?


This dude, on the other hand, was thrilled with the change in weather. In fact, he didn't let up about it. Not even after a zillion of
"oh?'s
and
"really?"s,
and other standard I'm-not-really-listening-to-what-you're-saying comments. I even tried a new line
"See this little boy here (patted him), he's talked until my ears fell off, and now I can't hear anything anymore."
To which he said the standard
"oh?",
and commenced with the rest of his highly-enlightening-much-too-long-story-of-nothing-important-at-all which I just HAD to hear. I've forgotten it (hard to believe!), otherwise I'd repeat it for your reading pleasure. :p

Crazy crazy crazy.

Little man had been sleeping on the floor the entire time I was blogging one day, but as soon as I approached with a camera to show him cozily snoozing in the middle of the floor, he decided to wake up. Murphy's law.


Destructive destructiveness. Why do I get such a kick out of popping balloons?


Had a great weekend, how about you? ;)


My husband being charming. ;)

Not sure these pictures are worth posting...but I haven't taken anything else recently, so they're just going to have to do.

Oh--I have a lovely story to relate. Sunday I was *ahem* busy in the bathroom when all of a sudden my eye hurt, and my vision was impaired. I concluded that I'd lost a contact somewhere in my eye. So I spent the next five minutes in front of the mirror, pulling up the skin around my eye in order to peer under it and see if it was there. So gross! Eventually I called my charming husband to my aid, after all, when all else fails, call your knight in shining armor! After briefly looking he says, "You probably lost it in the toilet or somewhere nearby." So yeah, I took his word for it, but kept "imagining" some pain and discomfort in my eye. Not until half the day had gone when all of a sudden I "felt something" move in my eye. I raced to the bathroom eagerly, and peered under my eye. And there was the missing lens!! Sooo exciting! After a few minutes of fishing, I eventually pulled it out, and it had a permanent crease in it from being folded half the day. Now I don't need to imagine myself rushing to emergency to get my head operated on in order to remove some extraneous plastic. Now I can just relax. But my eye is still a bit sore. Maybe that is just my imagination! Or maybe a piece came off and it's still stuck there and I'll still need surgery!!!!! Ahh!!!!!

It's my party, I can cry if I want to, cry if I want to. You would cry to if it happened to you!

OK, so maybe it isn't HIS party, but he thinks it is! And his Daddy just thinks "Quit taking pictures and pick him up if that's what he wants!"


The real birthday kid! TERRIBLE TWOS here we come!


Our lovely guests. It wouldn't have been a party without them!


Party mood!! No alcohol involved yet, believe it or not. Just party happy. :p


Teeter totter fun.


An attempt at creativity. To calm the spirits in time for lunch.


Can you believe that I almost completely forgot about balloons?? After all the enthusiasm I was building up? I felt pretty groggy in the morning, and although I remembered presents had to wait 'til Daddy came home, I couldn't remember what we were allowed to do. It wasn't 'til after lunch that my brain began to turn, and the "inspiration" occurred. It was a bit of a let-down first thing in the morning for Melanie. "Happy Birthday--now lets go have breakfast." Ya, I feel guilty. Rub it in please.


$5 at Walmart. Judging by the reaction, a worthy investment, I'd say.


Time for a tea party? This was pretty exciting too, and could be shared--which Nathan decided was great, and dove in right away.

The worst part about birthdays is having other people involve themselves where they ought not to: