This and That

Some of these pictures are from last month because I am a blog slacker.  Some are edited, and some are not.  Again: blog slacker. :)  So there’s not really one story here, just some cute things.

Oh James…

One day it was rainy and it seemed like a good day for puddle jumping.

Unfortunately this one had just broken her arm so she had to stay in the garage with the babes.

But that was fun too.  And she was a great sport about it.

This was just a few days ago.  I thought I could do something cool with all the sunny spots in the yard.  But it didn’t turn out quite how I pictured it.  Pretty mown grass though.

Joanna apparently found some of this grass at the fireworks and had to bring it home.  The next morning she spent some time artfully arranging it for the windowsill.  Then when it was storming outside I thought that it looked like a pretty picture.

Matt and James got their hair cut on Sunday, and James was ecstatic to get a lollipop.

It was root beer flavored.  He is still talking about it. (It’s the little things, right?)

Oh this boy.

This reminds me that it is totally (for real) on my list to learn how to cut James’ hair this summer.  I’m scared and I don’t want to, but my pocketbook shall thank me. (I did some math about three little boys and haircuts, and it wasn’t pretty.)  Anyway, I know there are YouTube videos aplenty, so I shall commence learning.  :)

Yesterday my sweet Thomas fell asleep in the car on the way home and actually stayed asleep when I got him out of the seat.  It was amazing!  Unfortunately his twin brother was awake and hungry, so I had to wake my snuggler. Poor twin babies.  ;)

I made a casserole with rice and chicken and broccoli (and cream and chicken broth and garlic and salt and I think that’s all), and it was nice and soft so I thought the boys might like it.  And they did.

Well, Thomas did anyway.  Michael just doesn’t love food yet, though he gives it a try.  This is one of those things about twins that’s kind of hard/weird.  These two have different body shapes, eating styles, growth patterns, but they’re still living in the same house, eating the same things, and growing up at the same time.  It’s hard not to compare them to each other.  But Thomas is a chunk and Michael… isn’t.  :)