Happy Kids

Elmo's Rein of Terror

Despite Elmo's supremacy on Sesame Street, there are still glimmers of the old, wacky Sesame Street.


I don't know if this song really fits in with the vein of retro Sesame Street, but Rosemary, Finn, and I spent A LOT of time dancing to it. It's an earworm, though, so beware. Watch it, and you'll be doing the Elmo Slide in your head all day. Promise.



Our best dances, though, are to the finale of Despicable Me. Rosie and Finn turn out the lights, break out their flash lights, and go CRAZY. Believe you me, a two-year-old and a four-year-old know how to do crazy right.

Cake Decorating

Here is the fruit of my Sunday afternoons spent at Michael's slaving over icing and cake.
Yes, I think it's pretty bright too. What can I say? I like colour.

I have learned a lot over the last three Sundays, and not least of which is that I am not a fan of icing.

The children, though, they love that shit. Shocking, I know.

A blog? What blog? I have a blog? (Sorry, blog, I've been a neglectful owner.)

Ugh. Cute pictures make up for everything.



Why, yes, they are eating cupcakes on the floor. I have no idea why. It was the cool thing to do one afternoon.


Really, though, maybe it maximises the release of sugar into their blood streams. Kids are sneaky like that.



Yup, Finn is still making the face.


In all truth, part of the posting lack is due to Finn. No, it's not because he makes funny faces for the camera, and believe me, there is no shortage of material provided by The Mighty Finn. Every time I think of posting about him, though, I hesitate.

I just no longer feel comfortable putting him and his stories here. He has his own life now, albeit a preschool one, but I am reluctant to invade his privacy any longer.



Blogging about a toddler or a baby is one thing; it's a whole nother ballgame to put a kid out there on the Internet. So if it seems like I spend a lot more time chatting here about Rosie, this is why.



I guess this is Finn's graceful exit from Internet stardom. Perhaps when he is older, he'll start up his own blog.



I just really hope it has nothing to do with bombs or how they are assembled.


I will keep posting his funny faces, though.


He will need some ammunition for his adolescent rebellion after all. "I didn't ask to be born!! And I really didn't ask to have my face all over your blog!!!!!"

"What?? It's 3:45? Mommy!!! We're late, Mommy!!! For Sam's big birthday party! Mommy!"

Out! Out the door, everyone. We have a date for cake with an adorable guy turning two-years old!

Large social gatherings are not Finn's thing, generally, but for Sam, he had a great time. Finn seemed especially proud of the gift he brought. What would Finn get a good buddy on his birthday?
Why, Elmo balloons, of course.


Rosemary's first photo bomb.
When I explained to Rosemary we were going to Sam's birthday party, she seemed to think there would be tea involved. "Yeah, yeah, Ham's party. Rosie go Ham's tea party." There was no tea, but the juice, pizza, and cake more than made up for that.
Dads eating pizza.

"Happy new-new. Happy new-new. Happy new-new, Haaaaaam," sang Rosie. She did tear up too.* She was overcome with happiness, I think, for Sam and his totally awesome soccer-ball cake. Nice work, Rebecca!

*Rosie has a tendency to get swept up emotionally. For example, in Toy Story 2, she always cries when Jesse sings about losing her owner. Ah well, I remember being SO SAD and crying when Frosty the Snowman melted.
"Me? That cake is for me??"
"It is for me. All right!"
"I like cake."
I think Sam ate his name.
"THAT'S MY CAKE!!!!!"
"Good afternoon, I had a most excellent time. The pizza and cake were divine. Thank you, Rebecca, for the invite. It was a pleasure."

Topic For Discussion

Finn: "Was that your butt?"

Rose: "Yeah. Stinky."

Rosemary, Almost Two.

Almost two-years-old, Rosemary, and as always, you're equal parts silly and sweet.
Sometimes you're more silly than anything.
I am still your best friend. It's me you call for first thing in the morning. From your crib, you cry, "Mommy coming? Mommy coming? Mooooommmmmmy, open doooooor."
It's my arms you want when you're tired, sad, or just plain snugly. I won't lie. I'm enjoying it. Daddy's Day will come too. Probably soon.
That's not to say, though, that he's just "Daddy." He is "DAAAADDDDDDYYYYY!!!!!!" If only exclamation points could accurately convey the decibels your squeals reach.
Your pigtails are adorable.
You've taught yourself to do pretty much everything. You name it, and you can do it--including talk. You talk very well. I must say on family outings, our side, Rosemary, of the car is much more chatty than the silent Finn-and-Daddy side.

I wish I had a freeze ray. Then I could keep you like this forever, but this is the bitter sweetness of parenthood. Finn, I believe, says it best:

"I luv you, Rosie."

Scenes from a Sunday

Yup, he still makes that face. I wonder how long it will endure. Till kindergarten, which incidentally I have to register Finn for this week? Till adolescence? Maybe I should have poll.

And in other news, today, we bid adieu to January. Smell ya' later, January!