On the Move

Someone said now that I have all this "free" time, I should be able to post pics of Joey more often. She said nothing about quality. This one was interesting, because as my extremely slow camera took it's time in actually snapping the shot, I tried moving the camera to keep up with the boy. This was the outcome. Pretty in focus, but that's about it. Well, this is what you get for today. Deal with it.

Where are You Going?

It was relatively nice yesterday, so we went to the park. It's the first time in a while that it wasn't raining or snowing or wet, and Joey couldn't wait to get on the equipment. He spent a good 10 minutes just at the steering wheel. Didn't even want to go down the sliding boards. (Although he had a ton of fun "pushing" Mommy down.)

It Fits!

This one is specifically for Aunt Shelley. Yes, the jacket fits. And I promise, he was way more excited than he looks to put it on. Once he realized there was a hood on it, he didn't want to take it off!

Enough with the Tractor Already!

We love our tractor. Our mom taking pictures of us on said tractor, not so much. This one is from our second or third time out. Still learning how to steer (can you see the crazy wheel marks in the background?!?), but at least we know how to make it go forward.

Bonus Footage: The Future's So Bright

While Joe was out grilling our chicken for dinner (yes, we decided to grill even though it was below freezing), Joey decided he had to go outside and see Daddy. And he had to wear his sunglasses. Even though it was black outside and my iPhone needed to use the flash. Typical two-year-old. At least he looks cool.

The First Tractor Ride

From our first go with the tractor. We still need to work on our steering.

Blog Interrupted

Given that I've been such a slacker the last week and a half when it comes to blogging, I had already scheduled the next three or so blogs to post. After tonight, I had to postpone the blogs and let you know what's going on. Right now.

Joey was not on his best behavior at school today, but he was doing pretty well once we got home. He helped me mix the oatmeal raisin cookie batter (he loves to use the beaters, and is actually quite good with them!), he ran the vacuum (of course), and he even helped wash the dishes. As I was finishing up in the kitchen, he was quietly playing in the living room. I should've known better. When I walked in to check on him, he had this smile on his face. I could see he had colored all over his arms, but I couldn't tell what he was really smiling about. Then he started pointing ...

OMG! And this wasn't with the washable markers. No. The washable dry erase markers are completely dried out. (Somebody left the caps off the markers. I'm not saying who.) So I had brought out the other dry erase markers. Never again.

I know he looks like he's being tortured in this picture, but when I got out the Magic Erasers, he actually asked if he could help me. He got bored with it eventually, but not until after we got most of it off the wall. Hopefully he learned his lesson. I'm not holding my breath.