The Tables are Turning

I have a feeling that as Gideon gets older, he's not going to take any crap from Caleb. 

A guard and his prisoner.

I Heard the Weather is Nice

I just saw a post on Facebook about what a beautiful day it is. So I did what any person in the 21st century would do. I verified this said beauty via weather.com. Because really? Why would I actually walk the ten feet to my front door and step outside? Something is very wrong here. To remedy this, I suppose I'll get out of my PJ's and take the kids outside to enjoy what the internet told me. Yes, that means I still haven't taken a breath of fresh air even after deciding to publicly berate myself through this post. Oh internet, how you've made my life so much lazier. I'll have to write a complaint to Al Gore about that.

Outsourcing

Caleb becomes more and more clever as the days pass. Recently, he decided to outsource one of his tasks. He had just finished naughtily tossing bits of cheese all over the floor. My response of course was to tell him that this is unacceptable behavior and that his options were to either pick up the cheese or to have a time out. He dutifully got out of his chair and knelt down with me as I directed him to each cheese crumb and instructed that he pick it up and put it in the nearby bowl. After retrieving about three cheese bits and depositing them in the aforementioned bowl, he looks up and says, "Mommy do it," to which I tell him I will not be cleaning up his mess, that he must do it. During this exchange, Gideon has crawled his way over to us. Caleb looks up at me a second time, places a piece of cheese strategically in Gideon's path and says, "Baby eat it." While not the most compliant response to my directions, Caleb did derive two logical solutions to his predicament. I suppose I should be proud.

You Know You're a Tired Mama when...

...it takes you three bites to realize you're using your toddler's spoon.

Funny Photo

I find the expression on his face rather humorous myself. Here's hoping you enjoy it as well!