Babysoroos

Finger paints. Focus. Messy. Wash hands, touch paint, wash hands, touch paint. Repeat. Paint on the bathroom door. More paint! Touch each other’s work. Smoooooosh.

Our local library system is co-sponsoring a program where they will be framing pieces of local kids’ art and displaying them in local businesses for a month. We used a couple of pieces from this session, since it was recent, and they were both so very very into it for a while.

If we have the opportunity, we’ll try to get photos of their art when it’s framed and displayed!

We went into town this afternoon, primarily to drop off some pieces of the kids’ art at the library (they’re doing a project where they’ll frame them and display them in local businesses during May and June). It was such a gorgeous day that we walked around town for a little bit.

Then Ben asked to stop at the little playground we pass on the way home. Of course, it was the perfect day for it. They both love to climb and swing and climb and slide and climb.

Tim gets to wear a helmet when he wants to ride the trike. He’s crashed it a few times.

We live in a dangerous neighborhood. things keep bursting into flame, and ben has to race around putting them out.

Racing to the fire.

Now the fire’s out.

We’ll make a photographer out of this one yet. (That is a real live working camera that we gave to Ben — originally Eric’s first digital camera. $600 in 2000, and now it’s a kids toy. And it still takes better pictures than the fisher price ones)

Now that I hardle carry Timothy in the sling anymore, he’s decided it’s his turn to do the carrying…

He’ll walk up to me, wave the kids’ sling at me, and clearly demand, albeit non-verbally, that I install it on him. Then he’ll wander off, return a few minutes later waving a baby doll at me. Just as clearly wanting her to be tucked in so he can carry her.

It’s too sweet.

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?