Samuel’s view from the high chair. Not quite big enough to see over the top and he has trouble staying upright. Still, I can’t believe he is already eating solid (well pureed) food. 

I love that Thomas will spotaneously burst into song. No fear, no shame, just an enthusiastic rendition of whatever’s in his head at the time. Often it’s a Wiggles tune, but on this day it was “You are my sunshine”, standing on a chair and using a drumstick as a makeshift guitar.

I came home from work a few days ago and as soon as I walked in the door Thomas stood on his chair and sand “You Are My Sunshine” to me from beginning to end. It was just so adorable that there were tears in my eyes.

We were driving in the car a couple of days ago and Thomas was sing “Frog went walking”. When he had finished the song he said “that one’s in my head”.

Ours too buddy. Ours too.

This is the balloon that won’t die. More than three weeks and it’s still floating on the ceiling. In fact I don’t even notice it anymore – it’s become part of the furniture. I am tempted to pop it but I think I might just wait and see how long it will stay inflated. Call it my own personal challenge. Yes – sometimes I lead a very dull life.

Apparently we don’t wear matching socks anymore. I’m not sure when this happened. Thomas just woke up one day and decided that odd socks were more fun. And you know, he’s right. Besides, there’s no need to match the socks after doing the laundry anymore.

We love hanging out in Samuel’s bedroom. The cushy carpet, the open floor space, the heating. And now Samuel’s bedroom has artwork!

They’re removable wall decals that I bought from Target a while ago and they match Samuel’s crib bedding. I think they’re kinda cool and add to the decor. Plus they’re removable, so one day when Samuel’s old enough to get on a chair and reach them, he can destroy them one by one.

For now he’ll just continue to wear outfits that compliment the decor. If only the rest of my life was so well coordinated.

First solid food. Rice cereal and home made apple sauce. He liked it – in fact couldn’t get enough. But then we were confident he would.

It’s not every day you go straight from daycare to see a band at a pub – AND take your two small children with you. OK, it was a pizza pub and the band played kid friendly songs and one of the musicians was the mother of one of Thomas’ daycare friends (and a neighbour) – but nevertheless it was a night out and we had a good time. And I had a chance to take a lot of very blurry photos in the low light.

These guys had a GREAT time.

I think the disco ball had something to do with it.

And this is LeeAnn. She plays the fiddle. I think her daughter is going to grow up thinking she has the coolest mum ever. I mean, who wouldn’t want to say their mum plays the fiddle in a rock band?

Thanks for a fun night with great company, good music and tasty pizza. I think this could become a monthly event.

Look at George waiting patiently to be carried up to bed. Poor, unwashed, falling apart George. Actually this is George the second. The first George was left on an aeroplane during a trip to Maui 18 months ago. I like to think about him living it up on a beach somewhere. It helps me sleep at night.

Sometimes when you go downtown you get lucky – like when you walk past a building under construction and firey sparks start raining down from the ceiling. I pointed it out to Thomas but he didn’t quite share my enthusiasm. Pretty cool if you ask me.