She Blogs!

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.