Climb every mountain, or stair at least

H is getting so quick that if we're not careful (and yes, I admit, there's been a time, or two, okay three) that he'll be at the top of the stairs before we realize it. Now, if only we can get him to come back down again on his own, we'll be set (He instead prefers to try and go down either head first, which ends up in a sort of body surfing down the steps, or he tries to actually step down, but isn't quite tall enough and ends up with him in mid-air , me desperately trying to catch him, and limbs flailing everywhere, including a swift foot kick to the eye.)

E's many moods

Here's happy E, relaxing in the swing at the park:

Here's punk E, who lives by his own rules:

Here's "I wonder if she'll notice if I stick this in my mouth so she'll have to pry it out" E (and yes, I did notice, and yes, I did have to actually pry it out of his mouth):

And here's "why are you trying to feed me green vegetables, or anything other than Cheerios for that matter" E:

Is it September Already?

Where does the time go? The last I knew, it was early August.

You may wonder about the name change. It was brought about during dinner when I watched as E scattered his crackers everywhere. H looked and thought, 'Hey, that looks like fun' and proceeded to scatter his crackers everywhere. Then I tried to feed them some garden vegetables. E grabbed the spoon, started flinging it about, sending pureed veggies all over me, him and the kitchen cabinets. I turned my attentions to H, thinking I would feed him instead while E collected himself and played with the big glop of veggies on his high chair tray. Not to be outdone, H grabs the spoon sending even greater quanties of veggies over me, the high chair, the floor, and even E. And the two then looked at each other and laughed. Hysterically.

This doesn't bode well for my future, you realize.

Hey, How's it goin'