Higher Communication

Evan spoke his first sentence last week. Well, at least his first one that consisted of more than two words. We have somewhat of a routine of getting a snack when we get home from daycare in the afternoons. Kaitlyn is usually putting her order in before we get out of the building. So both kids were in the living room eating their snack and watching TV, and I had gone back into the laundry room. I soon hear Evan calling me and headed my way. I'm sure nobody who knows him would have guessed his first real sentence would have involved food.

"Daaa-de, Evan needs Cheez-Its."

An evening at home

pink fingernails, orange toenails

Rarely seen patience

Who needs toys?

When the dogs are away...

Dear God

A message to all the little boys out there. Kaitlyn may act like a little Viking heathen on occasion, but she has some high powered connections if you ever cross her. She informed her mother the other day that she says her prayers every night, and the night before went something to the effect of:

"Dear God, 

(Name of guilty omitted) hit me on the
playground and would you please tell
Santa Claus so he only gets
some switches for Christmas."

Double Decker 2010

Good times and good looking ladies.

Kaitlyn getting her groove on.

Awesome song. Keep 'em coming.

Right after the stage dive. Evan caught me.