I call this “Self Portrait of a Two Year Old”

Both boy are pretty much healthy now. They both still have a little bit of a cough, but that’s all thankfully. At least now I won’t worry about taking them to the childcare at the YACD or to the indoor playground and having them infect the other children.

Other than that, not much to report on my end. We had our first big snow of the year last night and today. Everything outside looks so pretty. Adam was very concerned about his turtle sandbox. He kept looking out the window saying, “Sea turtle, where are you?” I guess we should have done our outside winterizing sooner. It’s supposed to get up to 50° tomorrow so hopefully we’ll be able to get sea turtle relocated to his new home in the shed this weekend.

Day Three of Quarantine: The small natives show no signs of relinquishing the germs that have invaded their bodies. It is only a matter of time before I become infected myself. I fear I may never see the outside world again…

For the past couple days both boys have been sick. Nothing too bad, just stuffy/runny noses, on and off low grade fevers, and coughs. It seems like Adam is mostly back to normal and hopefully Luke will be healthy soon too. He gets pretty crabby when his nose is all stuffed and he wants his pacifier – mainly because of that whole needing to breath thing. Poor little guy. We’ve all got a little bit of cabin fever though, so the sooner we can get back in to our normal routine, the better.

This morning before leaving for work, Dave got Adam all set up in his new “choo choo train”.

Adam was thrilled with his new toy and liked it even more when I had him bring me the crayons so we could decorate it. We added wheels to each side, some graffiti on the back (Adam’s Choo Choo) and a face on the front.

After I drew the face he told me the choo choo needed hair. So I added some bangs to the train’s forehead. After I’d colored in the hair Adam pointed again and said “clolor hair right here mommy”. I looked to where he was pointing and it was right below the nose. It took me a little bit to figure out what he wanted, but when I asked Adam if the choo choo needed hair like Papa and Grandpa he emphatically said yes.

He was very happy with the final product and while not everyone can pull the look off, Adam’s choo choo looks pretty good with a purple mustache.

My morning started at 6:30 when Adam woke up. I laid in bed for another 10 minutes, hoping he would just fall back asleep. He didn’t.

Luke woke up a little after eight, which is early for him. He normally sleeps until after nine. I left Adam downstairs watching cartoons while I got Luke up, made a him a bottle, and changed his diaper. In the middle of the diaper change Adam came upstairs. He had taken off everything – and I mean everything – and told me he was going to take a bath.

I got the littlest dude situated with his bottle (he’s pretty close to being able to hold it on his own), told the bigger dude to wait in the bathroom, and ran downstairs to grab Adam’s clothes and check for damages – sure enough, he had peed on the floor. So Adam and I had a chat about where it is appropriate to go potty (it’s a short list – hopefully he’ll be able to remember it) and I gave him a bath.

Afterwards while getting Adam dressed he insisted on wearing a “choo choo” shirt. No problem, he has a train tee shirt, that’s an easy request to meet. Then he demanded choo choo pants too. When I told him he didn’t have any choo choo pants he told me to “Go to the store, buy choo choo pants”.  After I’d informed the little dictator that I wasn’t going to go shopping for choo choo pants he went to his closet and pulled out a pair of train pajamas – a compromise we were both happy with.

Before I got Luke dressed for the day (he’s much less opinionated) I wanted to try to get a couple of pictures of him in his baptism outfit since I forgot to on Saturday. I managed to get a couple cute ones – despite Adam trying to steal the blanket out from under Luke.

Ignore the wrinkles please. Luke wore the same outfit that Adam wore when he was baptized, and according to my brother he looked like a giant marshmallow.

Cutest marshmallow ever.

The white blanket was a gift from Great Grandma Rose. She gave one to Adam for his baptism as well. They are really beautiful and super soft too.

I say cheese!

Cheeeeeeeeeeeese!!!!

Luke was baptized yesterday. In addition to the family members that came from all over our state, we also had relatives from Illinois, Florida, Massachusetts, and Connecticut join us on his special day.

But Jesus called them to him, saying, ‘Let the children come to me, and do not hinder them; for to such belongs the kingdom of God’” (Luke 18:16)

Thank you to everyone that traveled, near or far, to be there as Luke received his first sacrament in the Catholic Church. He is certainly a very blessed little boy to have so many people that care so much about him.

Thank you especially to Amanda and Rob for agreeing to be Luke’s godparents. You guys are awesome.

We had Story Time at the library on Wednesday and while I was getting Luke ready to go Adam decided to grab a quick snack for the road. So he got a little green cup and filled it full of “circles”.

I guess I should just be thankful it wasn’t worse.

Thank you to all Veterans – especially my amazing husband – for your service and your sacrifices.

(Photo from when Dave got home from Afghanistan in May)

There is a website out there where people post nothing but pictures of their cats with things on them. Often you’ll see a cat dressed in costume or wearing clothes, but I believe the concept of the site started with people piling random things on their cats to see how much the feline would put up with before getting annoyed and walking away. Why someone would devote that much time to such a hobby is beyond me.

I think Adam has decided to steal the concept for his own website. On top of poor Luke is:

• Mickey Mouse
• Two teddy bears (not shown)
• At least three blankets
• A stuffed giraffe
• A musical monkey
• Scout – the talking/singing puppy
• Three pillows

(No little brothers were harmed in the making of this photo)

Yesterday at the library someone asked me how old Luke was. I automatically responded with 4 months, and then it dawned on me that Tuesday was the 8th – meaning yesterday was the 9th and so Luke is actually 5 months old – not 4. We’ll blame it on sleep deprivation.

So here is the latest round of “Bear in the Chair” pictures (a day late).

And of course Adam had to get in on the fun too – mainly because I wasn’t trying to get a picture of him. He’s much more willing to “say cheese” when it’s on his terms.