This is for the Newsies!

Sorry I haven't posted lately. But I'm back in business now. I thought these pictures were cute. Tom loves smiling and being happy. He thought it was great when Sam put his hat on him. He's got a long way to go before he can fit into daddy's hat. Ben on the other hand . . .





Ben has recently found this little hat that he used to wear as an infant. We used to call it his "Newsie hat". His head is so big that the hat is like a little skull cap. I tried to take it off of him and he started throwing a fit. So I put it back on him and got these pics.

Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone . . . and other stuff.

This morning I loaded the boys into the stroller for a walk. I gave Ben his sippy cup and his new puppy dog, which he got for being a good boy while we were at Target last weekend. We were all set, or so I thought. We started off and about an hour into our walk Ben starts yelling "puppy pleassssssse!!!!!! Mama, puppy, puppy pleasssssssse!!!!!". So I stop the stroller walk around to him and I see that he no longer has his puppy. A couple of thoughts went through my mind, "I can be a good mom and retrace my steps to see where he dropped it." or "tough luck buddy, you should have been more careful." Fortunate for Ben I was in a good mood. So back we went. I looked everywhere to no avail. When we got back to our apartment (an hour and a half later) what was sitting on our door step? The puppy. Well at least I burned a few more calories and Ben still has his puppy. The moral of the story, the puppy is not coming on the walk again.



This past weekend we introduced rice cereal to Tom. He was pretty cute sitting in the high chair. Now that he's in the high chair we've moved Ben to a booster seat. I think he likes it. He seems to be doing really well up to the table and using a plate. My boys are growing so much.






Ben is a pretty quick learner (hey it's my blog, and I can brag on my son if I want to), so we decided that he'd have fun learning the days of the week and the months. So I bought a calendar set and hung it. Every morning during breakfast we sing the months of the year (thankyou Katie) and we talk about the day of the week and the weather. I don't know if he's having fun, but I sure am.

Phi Slama Pajama

Take a look at Ben's new threads. We've got to keep the boy warm during these unforgiving artic nights.



















In unrelated news, Ben and I had a fun time coloring today. Check out one of his first masterpieces.

My Bouncer

I love this picture because it's a very typical site at our house. Tom loves being in the bouncer and so I love the bouncer. I don't know what I'd do without this beautiful piece of equipment. Look how satisfied and content Tom is. He's such a good boy.

At the Park

One of my favorite things to do with Ben is going to the park. He loves being outside. So I figure while we still have decent weather we better get out as much as possible. Porter Park is the closest park to our apartment so Sam and I decided to load up the boys and walk over. Tom stayed in his carseat the whole time, all bundled up and cozy. (He's had a cold since we left California, so I didn't want him out in the cold air too much.)

Ben loved being on the swings. We tried to get him to smile for the camera and this is what we got. Isn't that a great face.

Ben The Big Boy

Since we've been back in Rexburg I realized that Ben needed a few essential pieces of clothing, long sleeve shirts, jeans, and "Big Boy Shoes". I had forgotten in my California naivete that in Rexburg fall actually starts in September and so does the weather. We have already experienced several cool blustery days, as well as a few rainy days. The little soft leather shoes that Ben has always worn won't hold up well in this type of weather. So I broke down and bought him some velcro Elmo shoes. He loves them. He can't wait to put them on and when he does he likes to tell you all about it. It's great.

Although he looks adorable there was a little part of me that was sad to see that my little boy was starting to look like a big kid. I don't know if I'd say that I miss the time when he was a baby, but I don't like the idea of him growing up and being too cool to kiss me whenever I want.