Eat Your Vegetables

It doesn't matter how you get the vegetables in, as long as they eat them.

Honey, what's this from?

This morning Jay found a knob or handle of some sort and asked me what it came from. 

I found it a few days ago and was wondering the same thing.

That's when Elliott piped up and explained that he removed it from our computer chair.

Actually, we discovered he removed the knobs from both sides of the chair. We're not exactly sure how...you need a screwdriver to remove them.

Clearly Elliott needs something to do with his time.  Jason bought Elliott his first DS game today: a hotwheels racing game. He's very entertained so hopefully the rest of our furniture stays intact.

Snip, snip

About a month ago, Elliott and Emerson had their first real hair cut from my mom's stylist (thanks, Debbie! You did an amazing job!)  I've been cutting their hair myself since a couple months old when I couldn't stand the long hair that grew down their necks under that inevitable bald spot that babies get. But I'm not a professional and the boys were way overdue for an official haircut.

Suckers provided a nice distraction and Emerson barely noticed the haircut:

Elliott didn't like the cutting around his ears too much but he did really well sitting still too:

 Handsome boys!

Where's the Paper Mommy?

Yesterday we spent the afternoon lounging at the beach, playing in the sand, splashing in the water and finding shells. We had a picnic dinner, at least Jason and I did. They boys only ate Cheetos.  That's it.  Oh and Emerson had some sand too.

We thought ice cream would be the perfect end to our beach day but wisely wanted the boys to eat some nutrition-filled dinner before eating dessert so we headed to McDonald's.  The boys gobbled down some apple slices, french fries and Elliott also ate the meat patty off his hamburger.  Declaring dinner to be a somewhat success... we got both of the boys an ice cream cone.  It was late, so we just let them eat them on the way home while strapped in their carseats. I just assumed they would make a total mess and I'd clean the carseats when I got home along with cleaning out the pounds of sand we brought home from the beach.

Well, I looked back a few minutes into the ice cream eating event, and Emerson had devoured his ice cream before it had had a chance to melt!   Minutes later, I looked back, and the cone too was gone! He smiled, waved his hands at me and declared "all gone!"

Elliott also successfully ate his ice cream with no mess!

But then Elliott looked at his cone:

And he looked at Emerson whose cone was all gone....and Elliott wondered:
"Where's the paper mommy?"

Oh Sunny Day!

This is what happens when the sun finally comes out and we get to go outside and play:

Pilots

Jason brought home a couple of 787 airplanes from work.  We ventured outside to practice our flying skills. You can catapult the planes quite a distance. Here is Elliott giving it a try with Jason:

The two little pilots tired of it quickly but the big pilot kept at it. 

Crash landing (one of many)

Emerson preferred to dig with his plane:

Negotiating

Negotiating for computer use has become a new issue in my house this week. With Elliott!

Elliott has figured out how to use the mouse really well and loves www.starfall.com. From the time he wakes up, he asks to play "starfall" and it is hard to say no since the website is full of learning games.

This is what I hear now:

"Mom, when is it my turn?"

"If I eat all my dinner, can I play starfall?"

As he is going down for a rest: "Don't turn it off, okay? I'm going to play when I get up."

When I've asked him to come to dinner: "I'll be there soon. I've got some work to do first."

More blog posts coming soon, really! I have several things I've wanted to write about. However, I have found it difficult to have time on the computer this week because I've had to fight for a turn!

And no joke: I just had to replace the battery in the mouse a few seconds ago...I'm sure because Elliott has been using it SO much.

For now here are a couple of quick pictures of the little artists: