If Only He Wasn't So Shy

I would like to fool myself into thinking I take my boys out to restaurants to teach them early how to behave in public, when really one might argue that it's because I want to go out.  Scrumpy has been eating out since day 5 and if these photos are any evidence, then obviously the almost three years of training aren't quite that successful.  Note the several seat changes. 

Being Big Brother is tough work!

The responsibility of being Big Brother is tremendous!  There is a lot of protecting, teaching, leading, encouraging, and bullying.  The good thing is, Scrumpy rules with a golden heart.  Some of the captured moments of our very own King Scrumpy and Prince Possum. 

What are you looking for?

Prepping for the Matterhorn

Who is backseat driving? and Teaching me how to write

Parents of the Year

Patrick was driving with the boys through town and Scrumpy looked out the window and said "coffee" as they passed by Peet's.  I blame Patrick for this one.

Stash-tastic!

I am not one to pay for apps for my iPhone, but while I was visiting in Chicago, waiting for my reservation to be called for dinner, my cousin showed me this app that I actually considered buying.  It was the best 99 cents I have spent in a long time!  Stash-tastic allows you to put facial hair onto any photo you have.  As my iPhone only appears to have photos of my kids, they became my canvas.  Gramma isn't too keen on the shots, but they sure do crack me up!  Some of my better works of art:

Does he look 2 to you?

Okay, get past the serious bed head, this is my TWO year old.  Yes, you heard me, TWO!  I am not sure if I am just taking mother's rights and thinking that he is just growing up so fast, or that he seems quite tall for a two year old.  Over the past few weeks, his vocabulary and comprehension has exploded.  Some highlights:

1. If we go to gas the car, he asks us, "is the car thirsty?"
2. If you pass my the doctor's place, he tells us, "Dano not sick, don't need medicine."
3. He always wants four of everything, one for Daddy, one for Mama, one for Dano and one for baby...always in that order.
4. His first knock knock joke consisted of "knock, knock, who's there? Dano, Dano who?  Dano-Mite!  Now his jokes include, Mama, mama who?  Mama-Mite! Or any other person.  I guess we will introduce JJ Walker another time.
5. It is no longer bi-i-cle but truly motorcycle.  And its no longer B Bear but Little Bear.
6. And he asks us all the time if we can go to the book store.  ( I think Patrick is prodding him on that one).

It goes quickly, and I am grateful for the electronic age that allows me to document things easier.  Still, the blog entry is about how tall he looks for two.  I just  don't know what I am going to do when he turns five and I will have to look up at him to wipe his mouth of chocolate milk.