If my digital camera wasn't broken, I might never have thought to upload what is certainly the best picture of me and the kids yet taken. Thanks, Pilats!Noah had his second birthday "party" last weekend. By "party" I mean "excuse for us to spend $75 at Say Cheese." Nathan came! Noah's Birthday Hat did not come to fruition, but he did receive much loot, including a book about a mouse who has difficulty with boundaries and a Tricycle. Also a dump truck that grinds out ear-bleedingly loud derivative songs about how awesome trash is. (Thanks, Ma.) And a cool building set!
I can't believe how big this guy is. He has hundreds of words, some of which strangers can't understand (well, if you can't understand that cobibot means "computer," I don't know what to tell you). He follows (well, understands) sometimes complicated instructions. He provides the color commentary for the extreme sport that is parenting:
"Maia wying." Maia is whining, but it sounds like crying.
"Daddy doppa abogadot." Daddy dropped the avocado on the floor. Mommy cleaned it up.
"I nee ceyal. I nee anodder ceyal." Maia taught me that I don't have to accept your first cereal offer.
"Oh gott." Mommy still says this when no one else is around.
