A movie about two brothers

The beginning of the end

Oh how I have dreaded this day. Grant can reach the train table. And play with the trains. (Evan's trains.) And disassemble the train tracks. (The train tracks that Daddy spent so long putting together.)

A weekend with grandparents

Because we are fortunate to live close enough, we took a quick trip this past weekend to Hilton Head to see G&G Terreri. The weather was awful, but the company and entertainment for the kids was a blessing.

Papa reintroduced the harmonica to Evan. Yes, we took one of these beauties home with us (Papa was kind enough to ask me permission. I said yes, in one of those "what was I thinking?" moments.)

And Papa, being the musical talent that he is, introduced Grant to the banjo. We have a few years before we take one of these home. Phew!


This is what happens to skinny-minny babies in the 4th percentile. They get stuck in tight places.

A whole new world

News from the edge

("the edge" being the brink of insanity that I'm often perched upon)

Grant

....is pulling up on things! In his crib, onto the Roomba, and unfortunately, onto Evan's chair (that one was short lived). Grant fall down go boom. In other news, he's also clapping his hands, even on request! He's eating all kinds of things and in a few short months, he'll be weaned and onto drinking milk. *Sniffle.*

Evan

...is becoming so grown up. Here are a few of his catch phrases:

"Don't worry about me Mom." (Done.)

"I can't like that." (in response to dinner)

"More fun and games with us at PBS Kids and pbskids.org." (I kid you not. Reason #132 not to let your children watch television.)

Shameless self promotion

[I guess it's not really shameless since this is MY blog.]

I wanted to let my loyal readers know that on my other blog--repurposeful--I'm hosting my first ever giveaway! Go check it out and submit your entry!

Lots 'o pictures

Baby not-so-blue eyes (anymore)

Eat Grant, eat!

Grant's 9 mo. appointment at the doctor yesterday revealed that he is in the 60th percentile for length, 80th percentile for head circ. and......(are you ready for this?) 4th percentile for weight!! He is officially a P-nut! The dr. of course said everything is fine and don't worry about the percentages, but it's really hard not to gasp after having another child who has always been near or over 100% for his age!

We will now be feeding Grant a cup of butter at each meal.