Yarn

As I have been working on a few baby blankets lately, both kids have a new affinity for yarn. Michael pulls strings of it along the ground pretending it's a "snakesie" or "centipede" and Megan simply tangles herself up in it or drapes it casually around her neck as a tiny scarf. Love the garbage bag in the background. I obviously don't have time to set the stage.

The Train Show

Sadly, my camera was in some wierd flash mode that made the photos from this outing blurry. It was a model train show...Michael was highly disappointed that he couldn't touch the trains. And those 60+ year old men who had the displays were watching like hawks, man. But all in all, it was very cool and we saw all the different gauges of trains...even the elusive Z-gauge, which is tiny tiny tiny.

My Kids

spend a lot of time in front of the bookshelf in the kitchen. Megan can sit there for a half an hour, pulling every single book off and "reading" them all upside down. Michael mostly shows up if he thinks Megan is touching a book he happens to like.

The First Tantrum

This was the first ever of Megans knock-down drag-out tantrums. It was really only half-hearted, compared to the one she had the following day in her high chair. It lasted about twenty minutes, twenty minutes rife with screaming, hair pulling, leg kicking and head banging. Needless to say, we left her strapped into the chair until her pupils went back to normal. When she started to slow down, Michael said, "Mommy, is nice Megan coming back now?"

Prepping for St. Pats

Megan was devastated to learn that she was too young for green beer. These sunglasses were purchased to try to make her feel better.

Gangsta Megan

Megan has a penchant for hats. Hats of any kind really...baseball hats, stocking hats, cowboy hats. Any one will do, but it MUST be worn backwards or jauntily off to the side. What up.