![]() Lorelei is now starting to try climbing onto things.. unlikely with that tush, but she still tries |
![]() Elliott's favorite activity - creating culinary masterpieces for his stuffed frogs (fly pie anyone? Millipede milkshake?) |
![]() painting |
![]() Shadow getting a pedicure |
![]() Elliott and Dada paint some more |
![]() snails all aligned.. presumably to the water current |
![]() Lorelei starting to climb stairs |
![]() my new get rich quick scheme: vegetarian bologne art |
![]() Well hey, it was fun, and they were eaten! |
![]() Elliott contemplates... |
![]() builds levers and machines.. |
![]() you push here, and this one moves.. |
![]() Released, finally! |
![]() Lorelei tries to walk in way too big boots |
![]() I want to eat the mud... |
![]() I HATE THESE BOOTS! |
![]() ugh, why is walking so hard out here? |
![]() I can't dig! this dirt is too hard! aaah! (I didn't realize it, but he was coming down with a 3 day throw-up stomach bug... hence having no fuse. sigh) |
![]() As if going outside wasn't bad enough, I actually tried to get a nice picture of him. It's like, in trying to get a cute photo, I actually evoke the latent illness (look back at my atttempts at Christmas pictures to see this.. they both came down with horrible fevers, month -long runny noses and double ear infections after that photo shoot!). |
![]() So much for those baby blues.. |
![]() Well, at least he has fluffy clean hair, right? |
![]() almost... |
![]() trying not to smile.. |
![]() if only for the hand... |
![]() the best I could do |
![]() back to whirling dervish |
![]() Lorelei wrecks havoc with letters in the kitchen |
![]() Elliott snuggles up |
![]() Lorelei joins us |
![]() She's not always smiling.. not so keen on sharing Mom's lap with her brother! |
![]() caught in the act |
![]() pull.. shred.. repeat.. |
![]() Elliott still sick as a dog, rips off his shirt, collapses on the floor and falls fast asleep while I talk on the phone. He actually went upstairs and slept for another 3 hours. Yikes! |
![]() Lorelei enjoys some nummy after bonking her headfor the seventh time that day (and it's only 10am) |
![]() having a ball and puppet party |
![]() Looking flushed but chipper |
![]() talking to pig |
![]() Lorelei desperately wants to get into the bunny cage |
![]() Just standing around, really.. |
![]() I bring Basil out for a visit |
![]() Aaah! |
![]() Bunny's eyes.. gentle! |
![]() Basil is not impressed with the intruder, when he returns to his pad |
![]() Fiona looks on |
![]() Shadow's such a goofus, whoever heard of a cat pretending to be a bunny.. |
![]() If at first you don't succeed... |
![]() Hmm, maybe this foot first... |
![]() ok, what if I try my head, and then... |
![]() I bring out music toys as a diversion |
![]() bang bang.. |
![]() singing in the bath |
![]() Babe-Zilla |
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![]() showing off her briefly curly locks |
![]() sound asleep with Shadow (she sleeps cuddled up to the baby for every nap - never near her face) |
![]() Lorelei begged for a hardboiled egg, so I decided to let her try one |
![]() Mmmm! (sort of, it got enthusiastically crushed into bits and thrown everywhere after this. Egg yolk has dethroned white rice as officially the messiest food to eat in a high chair) |
![]() Elliott munches on a graham cracker |
![]() mmm... experience the divinity of Honey Graham |
![]() HOW old is this kid??!? |
![]() OK, looking a little pale from his illness here.. |
![]() No, he's not stoned, he's just in mid-head-twirl (he likes having long hair) |
![]() Lorelei tries a graham cracker |
![]() giving Shadow some love |
![]() Elliott skillfully breaks a whole graham cracker long ways perfectly! |
![]() Believe me, you don't want to walk a mile in those shoes.. |
![]() Lorelei caught in the act of emptying the recycling and her sock bin all over the hall |
![]() making off with her prize |
![]() Elliott gets carried away with brushing his teeth and rinsing |
![]() goofball |
![]() again! again! (who else has to mop after their kid brushes?) |
![]() Hey, can I do that?? |
![]() Lorelei gleefully walks up the stairs holding onto Mike's hands, and prepares to happily plummet to her death, feet first (no fear, no sense) |