My Little Monkeys

If it swings like a monkey...

If it runs like a monkey...

If it slides like a monkey...

If it climbs like a monkey...

If it looks like a monkey...

Then its probably a monkey, right? I love these two little monkeys. Yesterday at the park, Max experienced the thrill of swinging for the first time. I wish I could bottle the giggles and squeals that he made while I pushed him back and forth--pure, sweet joy. It makes me laugh to watch Hank play at the park. Hank will walk straight up to a kid, wrap his arms around him, and, without any warning or introduction, hug/squeeze the poor kid. He has also recently taken to playing chase with the girls. Who taught him this? I will be relieved when Max can finally be a playmate for Hank so that Hank doesn't have to forcibly coerce kids into playing with him.

No Reason

.....he's just so stinkin' cute I had to post a couple pictures of him soaking up the sunshine in the backyard.

If it wasn't for his slobbery grin, I think he might pass as a defensive lineman. Maybe once he gets the walking thing down, we'll see if the Seahawks need a new linebacker.

Summer Tease

During the long, dreary winter its easy to forget why we live in the place that we do. Then a day like today comes along and I remember why I love where I live so much. If only there were more sunny days and fewer crummy ones.
Break out the T-shirt and shorts--the sun came out!

Aaron and I thatched the yard (manually--it was a killer) and then Hank helped Aaron fertilize and water the grass. The day felt like a small tease of the beautiful summer to come.

We had to keep Max's pink cheeks out of the sun with a cap so they didn't burn. Compare that with the picture taken two days ago when I bundled him so tight he looked like the little marshmallow boy on 'Christmas Story.'

Daffodil Parade '09

I love the Daffodil Parade!
Hank loved the motorcycles and the firetrucks and even danced a little jig to the beat of the marching bands.

The sun was shining and it was a glorious morning! Poor Max even got a little sunburn across his nose--my bad.

I find it ironic that Max will wake up from his nap if so much as a pin drops and yet he was able to snooze through a marching band ten feet away, literally.

Hot Date

You know you've officially become an old fogey when taking a date on a Wednesday night, instead of Friday, qualifies as "wild and crazy." Such is our life. Aaron's parents offered to babysit for us on Wednesday (thank you!) so we took advantage of the opportunity to go on a hot date, sort of. We had fast food for dinner, then went to the dollar theater, and had milkshakes on the way back home. The picture is nasty but we were trying to keep our eyes on the road.

High Chair

The other day I broke out the high chair, plopped Max in the seat, and gave him his first Cheerios....he loved the new snack and I got my hands free for a few minutes!

Interview with Hank

Usually when we are driving in the car, Hank assaults me with a barrage "whats that?" and "because why?" questions. So, while we were driving to the grocery store today, I decided to take the offensive, asking Hank all the questions. Here are his responses:

How old are you? Two
What is your favorite color? pink (so what!?)
What is your favorite cartoon? Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
What is your favorite song? Follow the Prophet
What is your favorite food? Birthday cake (not sure about this answer...to my knowledge he's never eaten any birthday cake)
What do you want for your birthday? a candle
What do you want to be when you grow up? a garbage man
Who is your best friend? Nana
What is your favorite thing to do with mom: puzzles
What is your favorite thing to do with dad: get mint treats (dad always greets Hank after work with an Altoid)

Hank's quirkiness and thoughtfulness always makes me smile.