Happy Halloween!

The kids did great this halloween! Logan mostly sat in his stroller, and short of yelling, "daa daa daa daaa" whenever Dan was out of sight, expressed no interst in the entire thing.

Bailey, on the other hand, thought whatever was going on was the most fun she's ever had! She quickly got into the habit of "knock on dor" (knocking on the door), and loved the atention. Of course, she had no idea what we said when we said, "take one candy." So, she'd take one and put it into her bag, then she'd grab another and look up at whomever was holding the bowl. She was just so darn cute that they kept letting her grab piece after piece. We're going to have candy from now till Christmas.

In other updates.. nothing much here. Bailey is repeating EVERY WORD that anyone says, for better or worse. Yesterday, she told me, "sdinky, need baff" ("I'm stinky and need a bath.") and today, she started crawling around on the ground and wagging her kitty cat tail, telling dan, "ha ha, b so funnyy" (bailey is so funny). She loves to be told she's pretty.

Logan hates to be left alone. He is going through a stage of screaming when someone leaves them room, then laughing until they reenter. Poor baby. :-(

This is NOT what I ordered...

We went to the mall late tonight, browsing for cooler weather clothes for the babies and costumes for halloween. By the time we got done, both kids were fussy, I was tired and no one felt like making dinner. So, we decided just to eat at the mall foodcourt.

We got Bailey and Logan an order of Chic Fil A chicken nuggets and fries, and dan got lo-meign from the chinese food place.

Logan SCREAMED. He screamed and screamed and screamed. His whole face was red, tears were running down his cheeks, and no matter what I did, he wouldn't stop. He would put a chicken nugget in his mouth, then pull it out and scream. I'd put the fry in his mouth, and he'd pull it out and scream. I'd give him his bottle, and he'd scream even louder. He's had chicken nuggets and fries before -- not often, but he has had them. Bailey gets them rarely, she views them as a special treat when she's eaten all her meals for a few days at a time.

By this point, the people sitting around us were getting impatient, and Dan realized that there was a good chance I was going to scream, too. So, Dan picked Logan up and held him.

Logan instantly grabbed fistfulls of the lomeigh noodles and shoved them in his mouth. The screaming stopped. He slurped up the noodles whole and swallowed them, almost without chewing.

Obviously, the chicken was just not what he had ordered...

Who ate the apple?

Somehow, we ended up with half a bushel (bushle? bushal? I have no idea, really..) of apples. I'm pretty sure my mom ordered them from my goddaughter, possibly for a
4H project.

Anyway, so, we have this half a bushel of orchard fresh apples. No idea what we're going to DO with them all... maybe we'll make apple butter and can it... not that we really know how to do that.

Today, Bailey was eating eggs for breakfast. For the last two days, the child has been extraordinarily hungry. I mean, starving. Yesterday, she ate three adult-sized meals and two snacks, plus icecream for dessert.

She told me about half an hour into eating her eggs and toast "mommii, alll don." So I got her out of her little booster seat. As I was cleaning up, I noticed that someone ate bites of an apple, then put it back.

I asked her if she wanted to eat the apple, she said, "uhhn-uhh!" I asked if she'd taken bites of the apple, then put it back. She let out a string of baby babble, ending with, "yoki dooiinn'".

Riiigghhhttt... Logan ate the apple. Not that he wouldn't if given half a chance, but he doesn't have enough teeth.

I guess stolen apples are sweeter...

Swimming in a Sea of Mac and Cheese..

Bailey loves to take things in and out of boxes. And envelopes. And folders. Really, she just likes to take things out and put them in -- over and over again.

Today, she found the two cases of Mac and Cheese on the couch, and proceeded to unpack them.





And Logan got his first graham cracker from his sister. It was picture-worthy, as it seemed to be nearly as big as he.

Let Them Eat Cake...

Anthony's 20th birthday is this month, and, as he is home this week for his midterm break, we decided to celebrate his birthday a few months early.

The party itself was uneventful, in general, other than a minor mishap with a piece of pizza and Dan's box of sheet music. Surprise, eat, gifts, happy birthday, cake from Sam's Club and socialize.

However, against my better judgement, I allowed the children to eat cake and icecream after their baths.

The results were... well, exactly how you'd expect the results of a one and two year old eating cake and icecream to be.

Nothing new to post...

Nothing new going on here.. I'll take pictures this weekend.

But, instead of waiting for the kids to do something, here are some oolllddd pictures from Europe.. :-)

More grilled cheese pictures..

I understand it is a lot of pictures, but it was a pretty funny event.

Maybe you had to be here....

And, yes, I did burn the grilled cheese. But, in my defense, I was making three dinners for three different (all picky) people..

I guess we're on tablefood....

I already updated today, but this deserved a post...

Logan ate a grilled goat cheese sandwich tonight. Accidentally.

I stuck both kids in their highchairs while I got their dinners ready real fast. I was grinding rice and chicken for Logan, after I had put Bailey's grilled cheese on a plate in front of her.

Logan started to get upset.. not crying, but fussing for his dinner. I hear Bailey get down from her chair (which she does with ease) and say, "Shh.. yogi, s'op!" (shush, Logan, stop!).

He stopped fussing a moment or two later, I assumed she'd brought him a toy.

I turned around less than a minute later to see that she had brought her grilled cheese, dumped it on his tray, and was 'helping' him eat it.

He loved it. She eventually left it with him and asked me for "eat, peaz, hungy!".

I tried to take it from him... Honest. But he screamed and screamed and screamed.

I just let him eat it. He did fine.

Swimming...

Now that Bailey puts her little sentences together (and she's not even 2 yet!), it's horribly hard to resist doing whatever she wants.. "Peaz read a booook" "peaz eat 'nack".

This particular day, it was "peaz go 'wimin?"

So, swimming we went.

Logan's not stable enough for me to trust him sitting up in the water, so I brought his little chair in the pool. Obviously, that meant Bailey needed her chair as well! Of course. Unfortunatly, what we did not realize is that neither of the kiddos weighs quite enough to keep the chair submerged. So mom and I spent the next half an hour watching in mild panic as both children floated around the pool on their chairs.

Obviously, Bailey and Logan thought it was a thrilling experience.

Picture update of Logan's newest accomplishment...

Well, this isn't a brand new accomplishment, but this was the first photographic evidence thereof!

Anyway, a picture is worth a thousand words...