Augh!  Somebody help that man!  He's under attack from the Muffin Man!

Good Job, Twink.  Human sheild.  Nice.

Hmmm.  This is looking less like "helping" and more like "bouncing on the old man's spine."

Yeaaahhh... this can't be good.

Better.  Looking at this doesn't make me worry about the quickest route to the ER.

Um, hi there.

What do you think you're doing, sitting up on that bench?  Aren't you just a baby?

The giant, non-babyish, one-year-old ignores me while he pushes all the buttons on the truck.

Awww.  Still kinda baby-ish.

Fell asleep in Daddy's lap.

Yummy.

So I found these Clifford ears in the "free" box at the thrift store.

Jaynie was delighted.

Took her about 30 seconds, however, to start demanding a "whole Clifford outfit!"

"Clifford doesn't just have red ears!  He has red legs and a red back and red chest and..."

I suggested that she check her wardrobe for red stuff.  Surely she could come up with a red Clifford outfit on her own.

This is what she found.  I particularly love the Elmo slippers.

Two Cliffords, snuggling.

No idea what she's doing here, but it makes me want to caption it "Are you there God?  It's me, Clifford."

Oh for the love!

Could this kid get any cuter?

For crying out loud!  Look at him!

More action shots in the firetruck.

Ooh!  Here's that siren button!

Wee-OOO Wee-OOO Wee-OOOOOOO!

Ha!  Did you hear that, Mom?  Get outta the way!  Firetruck coming through!

Hmmm.  Better push this again. Maybe just a few hundred more times....

I was having a crafty-mom kinda day, so I put these monsters on the kid's shirts.

Cut up old baby washcloths.  How freaking cute are these?  (Also - I'm pretty sure this is the last-ever picture of Madam in a diaper.  She's been sleeping without for a while now.  You can see here how small they were getting, it was time to just wear panties to bed and hope for the best. )

I got plenty of pics of this fat baby in a diaper, though.

What?  Who are you calling fat?  This is pure muscle, baby!

Huuh. Can't. Suck. In. Any. Longer.

Hey, princess. It's nice to see you not abusing your father for once....

Ah.  So you were just taking a little break from the abuse. Ok, show me what you got.

Ok, Mom.  First I squat waaay down...

Then.. JUMP!

Pay no attention to that groaning!  Daddy loves this game!

Oh, man.

It's the Little Mermaid, watching tv!

Oops. We scared her off.  Gotta work on my Steve Irwin whispering.

Awww.  Jonas has started putting on this hat, all by himself.

I can't imagine where he gets this desire to play dress-up... wait a second, what is that behind him?

Whoa. (I'm told this is a "Fiona" outfit.  It's actually an alligator costume under a dress.  And the wig, duh.)

Ok, here we have some breathtakingly cute pictures of the J-man.

I mean, look at this!  Is this not painfully cute?

But more importantly...

How cute is this SHIRT? (And handy that it's made from washcloths, when you can get this much water on  yourself drinking from a SIPPY.)

What you can't see: Joe on the other side of the glass.

What Jonas sees: Dad making a fool of  himself.

Also?  Dad pointing to his nose.  Little copy-cat.

Oh for the love... Mom?  Are you taking nekkid pictures of me again?

Fine.  Here it is. Snap away

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some important playing to do...

Jaynie decides that naked play-time isn't as much fun as dressed-up playing.

When else (in January) can she get away with this get-up?

Double-chin shot.

Thinking serious thoughts.

Oops.  Noticed me.

Augh!  Attacked!  (This is him eating the lens cap, in case that's not clear.)

Now comes the screaming.

Yeah, there it is.

How dare I hold the $500 camera out of his reach!

Life is so hard.  (Check out these tears - heartbreakers.)

He eats by himself!

He drinks by himself!

He makes the biggest mess known to man... well, with the help of his sister.

Oh for crying out loud - are you up in a folding chair over a ceramic floor?

Heh heh heh.  Yes I am!   (Total trouble-maker-face here.)

Why would you want to *stand* at an activity table, anyway?

I mean, especially when there's a convenient chair to sit in instead!

That's just crazy talk!

Oye.  The lemons.

And here they are - the lemon pickers.

Stop for the love of Pete!  We have enough lemons!

Awww.  Posing with her baby brother.  

Hmm. Slightly less "posing" and more "pulling him off his feet."  Poor kid.

Oh, Jeez.

Who's idea was it to let you feed YOURSELF oatmeal?

Ha!  That would be YOU, you lazy woman.  Now, clean this up!

Here's how it works: get Jonas changed and ready for the nap...

Leave him in his room to play and go tuck Jaynie in...

Come back and put him in bed.  This was the day I took slightly too long w/ the Twink.

Hello, cute boy.

What are you looking at?

Huh - is there something interesting on the computer?

Oh my.  There's something interesting in FRONT of the computer!

It's a not-yet-three-year-old playing a computer game without assistance!  Check out that mouse manipulation! 

Sigh.

More lazy boy playing with his table.

Cannot be bothered to stand at it.

Much more exciting to sit in this flimsy chair on the (now padded, still scary) floor.

Mom, have a little faith.  I stick my tongue out at you and your worry worry worrying. 

Would you people look at how big this kid is?

I'm entirely too lazy to link to old stuff right now...

But feel free to go look at March 2004 for tons of pictures of laying on Joe's legs.

It didn't look like this, I assure you.

Lounging around, having a snack, watching Blue's Clues... this is the life, folks.

Yeah, cause him sitting on this chair didn't make me nervous enough.

Look at him casually standing there, giving me a heart attack.  Ugh.

Um, honey?

It's one thing to wear Madam's gender-neutral hand-me-downs...

But stealing her purple headband?  I'm not sure it goes with your outfit...