Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Too grown up...

I had to share this picture because he looks so grown up....where did my baby go????




'til next time...

Friday, March 19, 2010

Playing with Lego's...

My little guy just loves his Lego's. We spend countless hours building things, or rather I build and he tears apart. Actually that was the case until more recently, I have been amazed at how well he can build. Often I will get a row or two started and he will put together a complete building. Wythe and I built the Eiffel Tower one day, at least our version. We also built the leaning tower of Pisa, but for obvious reasons couldn't get it to stand up for a picture.




building a garage for his tractor



Peter & Wythe built me an RV, complete with a helicopter pad!

our rendition of the Eiffel Tower


'til next time...

Monday, March 15, 2010

It's feeding time...

Wythe likes to "help" feed his sister. Sometimes he doesn't make the wisest food choices for a 6 month old, if I remember correctly she is supposed to be eating vegetables, not crackers and pretzels. Fortunately today he selected her bottle as the food of choice. She was happy to participate but they were having some trouble coordinating their efforts. Wythe would get the bottle near her mouth and she would turn her head towards the bottle but by that time he had moved it and was experimenting with feeding her through the nose/ear/eye.  When I saw them it looked like one of the kids feeding the baby sheep at a petting zoo. Ainsley seemed to enjoy it though, she acted as though it was lots of fun!




'til next time...

Thursday, March 11, 2010

My little farmer boy...

Wythe loves tractors, he loves his daddy and there is just no better combination than daddy taking him for a ride on the tractor!






'til next time...

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

A visit to Old Town...

Today we had to have our taxes done. We actually have a great tax guy so it really isn't a painful process. However, the idea of keeping two young ins quite for almost 2 hours was painful. So I left the tax office and took the kids into Old Town Alexandria. Most people who know me will know that this is one of my favorite places to spend time in. It was really cold today so I had the kids bundled up. I put Miss A in the baby Bjorn and loaded Master W in the stroller. I was so busy getting them loading and making sure I had my keys, wallet, etc. that I forgot to feed the meter. We walked down to the corner and I was trying to navigate the stroller into the Starbucks when I saw 3 police officers walking out. That's when I realized I hadn't put money in the meter, I stopped suddenly and said "Oh!" One of the officers stopped and said "can I help you with the door?" Of course, in my fantasy world, the one where I am always poised and always know the right thing to say, the world where I just glide through serenely, never looking frantic or looking like I just rode with my head out of the window, in that world I would have smiled and said "yes, thank you." And I would have proceeded to get a cup of coffee then would have strolled back to the car, filled the meter and continued our walk. In reality I looked at him, with a guilt ridden panicky look (probably similar to the expression on a bank robbers face as they flee the scene) and said "NO, I have to go, I forgot to put money in the meter!" And I jerked the stroller around and took off back down the street. I'm not sure, but I think I heard laughter. I was envisioning one of the officers taking off in pursuit and racing me to my car, starting to write out the ticket as he ran, and my fumbling in my wallet trying to find coins, hoping I could fill the meter before he could write out the ticket. The funny thing is, I don't think the Alexandria police even issue the tickets, I'm pretty sure they have Meter Maids. Sorry people, I don't know what the politically correct term is these days. So, to wrap up a long story about nothing....I fed the meter and then went back to Starbucks and got a coffee. Then we walked out on the pier and looked at the boats and birds, Wythe stayed warm in the puffy coat and snazzy hat.


We didn't stay that long, but we did get to walk around a bit. I pointed out all my favorite places to Wythe, not that he cared. I would tell him things like, "this is where mommy used to get her coffee in the morning" and "this is where mommy would come for Sunday brunch" and "this is where mommy and Auntie Carrie used to dance in the street at 2AM in the morning". Like I said, don't think he cared.

"til next time...