Gideon and Silas were running through the house giggling loudly, so Peter said, "What are you guys doing? What are you running for?" Silas immediately responded with "We're running for president!"
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Ambrose's Noisy Eating
As a baby, Ambrose would make these little piglet noises while he was nursing. He is still a noisy eater. I thought I better record this in case he ever outgrows it.
Playing in an Empty Lot
A few weeks ago I had fun taking pictures of the boys playing. Silas cracks me up whenever I pull out the camera.
Silas found this long PVC pipe and knew just what to do with it.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Saturday, April 16, 2016
Jacket Controversy
This morning Silas told me that my jacket was hideous. He explained that he didn't like it because it was red--the color of the University of Utah. Affronted, Gideon said, "But Silas, we're part Ute!"
Thursday, April 7, 2016
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Ambrose wanted to get into his seat by climbing through the trunk of the van, so I let him. Then when I came back from putting the shopping cart away, I found this:
The picture really doesn't do it justice; he had already come down somewhat by the time I got my camera out. It was such a surprising moment when I went to buckle him up and instead found him hanging from the van's ceiling.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Trip to San Diego
We went to San Diego for a few days last week. We played in the tide pools and went to the zoo and an aquarium.
Ambrose loved touching the sea anemones.
I think that one of Gideon and Silas' favorite parts of the zoo was just looking at the maps.
By the afternoon, we were all exhausted. We knew that Ambrose had had enough when he turned into a "baby kitty" and refused to walk anymore. He would crawl around meowing or let me hold him, but he was absolutely done with walking on two feet.
Riding on the second story of the zoo bus was a welcome relief after a lot of walking. We also rode the sky tram, but I was too busy holding on to my children to take any pictures of that.
Ambrose loved touching the sea anemones.
By the afternoon, we were all exhausted. We knew that Ambrose had had enough when he turned into a "baby kitty" and refused to walk anymore. He would crawl around meowing or let me hold him, but he was absolutely done with walking on two feet.
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