Welcome Home Elder Fredline!

I can not begin to tell you how nice it is living fifteen minutes away from a huge airport. On Thursday my little brother had a six hour layover on his way home from Brazil so he was able to come to our house for a few hours. It was fun to hear about what he's been doing for 2 years and for him to meet O and get himself re-aquainted with C (she was 11 months old when he left).

O took to him right away, which is saying something for shy little Ollie.

I guess anyone willing to read him Strawberry Shortcake can earn his affection.

How did I manage to get C to smile for this picture? I used the age-old tactic of telling her to do the complete opposite of what I wanted her to do. "Don't smile C. Don't you dare smile. Stop smiling!" Disobeying me is one of her favorite things to do after all :)

Two of the tiniest people I know. Aren't they cute?

We're glad to have you back!

Wednesday night happenings

We thought she was in bed.

At least she looks somewhat remorseful.

To quote my husband:

"C is in the throes of toddlerhood. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing the other night when she came downstairs COVERED in black marker. Between that and her mangy haircut, bruised legs, and wedgied panties she is quite the sight these days. And, between this and the haircutting incident, you may be wondering why we don't put scissors and markers out of C's reach. Probably a fair question... "

P.S. It was a washable marker. THANK GOODNESS! We got most of it cleaned up pretty easily.