Friday Morning

Today I was off with the boys and after wrangling them out of bed, feeding them 20% of their daily fiber needs in the form of a chocolate pop-tart and cleaning up, we just sat goofing around on the floor. Jessica is a picture fiend and she has so many pictures of her and the boys that if people merely knew my boys through pictures of their lives, they would think they were hers. She always takes them of herself and the boys, so I decided to do the same, but somehow, my attempts just never work out quite as well.

So I gave up...

I had went to pick up a pile of tissues that Ben had liberated from their box and on my way back, noticed that Ben had found Joshy's hat. Such a little thing, to put on a hat, but with my level of enjoyment as measure, he might as well have moved a mountain.

Joshy soon jumped in and illustrated how easy putting on a hat is (I can put on a hat, too!) and then showed little bro how to take the performance to the next level.

As I was taking pictures of Joshy in the hat, Ben was busy stepping back and forth between my legs. It is something he has done since he pulled up to stand. He loves to pull up using your pants and squeeze himself through. The best part is when he looks up with that face of accomplishment and toothy grin.

Next was watching Madagascar entirely too close to the TV.

And then Hungry Hungry Hippo. Here is a fluke shot showing Ben seemingly playing by the rules, using the lever to scoop up balls via hippo mouth. What actually happened was him reaching into the middle and scooping up balls via hand. What is the deal with the hippos? If you want the ball, just pick it up...

Tina had stayed the night due to the fires in Choctaw. Joshy was proudly displaying some artwork from school that had a picture of a seal he had colored green. Tina in turn explained to him that he actually picked the perfect color because seals like to wrap themselves in seaweed. Eh. Zoologists. Think they know everything...

I will say (this is where the trumpets blow in some annoying victory fashion) I did manage to wrap up the morning with a "not too shabby" pick of Joshy and me. When you wrap them in a blanket and sit on the end of it, they really have no where to go.