Babysoroos

A tractor:

A bike:

A trike:

Sleepy.

Smiley.

Laughing.

In search of tea.

What could make boys happier?

Ben loves to help unload the truck when we get a load of compost from the city. He has his own shovel and his own wheelbarrow and he actually gets to do exactly the same work as Daddy. This is important to him.

So is just standing in the truck and watching Daddy.

Timothy even got in on the action this time. First of all just standing around looking at his new surroundings, then, since he didn’t have a shovel of his own, he just started grabbing and throwing handfuls of dirt. Every little bit helps, right?

Despite waking up to rain, we went for our walk in the woods this morning anyway. I’m trying to make it a weekly habit, right? Yeah. Didn’t work so well today.

Timothy was not interested in walking very far. He kept just stopping and glaring at me. I ended up carrying him for most of it. The second photo’s pretty blurry, but it really illustrates his look of “I am not amused by this” very effectively.

Ben, on the other hand, was having a blast jumping in mud puddles because we actually put his welly boots on today instead of hiking boots. Welly boots mean you can jump and splash to your heart’s content, and boy did he! Once we got past all the fun mud puddles, though, he was tired of walking and just wanted to be back at the car.

By the time we got to the car, Timothy was asleep again in the vest-carrier that I made when he was a baby (it’s still the easiest in/out and least bulky carrier I have!). (Photo by Ben.)

And Ben was muddy. Thank goodness for the rainpants!

Sharing a snack at the little table. They had exactly the same thing on their plates, but Timothy’s was cut up smaller. Guess who kept standing on his chair, leaning across the table and grabbing food from his brother’s plate? Yep. Gotta have the big boy food.

Ben was having great fun hosing down the patio the other day. Then he started hosing down the sliding door to the playroom. (It was closed, thankfully.) That was fun from the inside… felt like we were in a carwash or something.

And lastly… why yes, we do keep our strollers on the table. Don’t you?