Cornmeal Creations & the Little Lion
This week, N's highchair tray became his indoor sandbox and some old cornmeal that had been in the refrigerator for who knows how long turned into "sand." After scooping and pouring the cornmeal for a long, long time, N was as dusty as a cornbread muffin. In his own words, the mess was so big we "could not pick it up, there was no way at all!" (This is a direct quote from The Cat In the Hat, in case that sounds familiar but you couldn't quite place it.)
I thought this was a sweet picture of the boys together. I wish there were more, but N is so active these days it's hard to pin him down to one spot for a photo.
M is 11 weeks old now, and he is as happy as a clam as long as someone is talking to him or smiling at him. He does not like his bath, though, and he lets me know it in no uncertain terms - before, during, and after the weekly torture session in the bathroom!
This week, N's highchair tray became his indoor sandbox and some old cornmeal that had been in the refrigerator for who knows how long turned into "sand." After scooping and pouring the cornmeal for a long, long time, N was as dusty as a cornbread muffin. In his own words, the mess was so big we "could not pick it up, there was no way at all!" (This is a direct quote from The Cat In the Hat, in case that sounds familiar but you couldn't quite place it.)
I thought this was a sweet picture of the boys together. I wish there were more, but N is so active these days it's hard to pin him down to one spot for a photo.
M is 11 weeks old now, and he is as happy as a clam as long as someone is talking to him or smiling at him. He does not like his bath, though, and he lets me know it in no uncertain terms - before, during, and after the weekly torture session in the bathroom!
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