Oh, honey.  What did Daddy do to your hair?

I don't know, Mom.  There was this loud buzz, and now the back of my head is cold.

Would you people look at this?

Joe says "Oh. Wow. That's shorter than I thought it would be."

Ya think!?!  Geesh!

That was a rookie mistake and you hate to see it.

You guys aren't getting your hands on *my* hair.

Here at Chez Moore,

we don't stand for gender stereotypes.

The girl plays soccer...

while the boy talks on the Little Mermaid cell phone.

Actually - I'm done with this sports stuff.

I actually see some jasmine that I  haven't picked yet.

Ok, obviously she is the girliest girl on the planet.

Now if only we could catch her brother doing something boyish...

Ah, here we go.  If "boyish" can be defined as "not that bright, and kind of dangerous", then we've struck gold here.

Yeah - how'd that work out for you, honey?  Maybe you use the little door like a normal person?

No, no. I got this.  I climb up the handle, then step in to the wagon.  I know this will work.

Ok, handle, climbed.  Now all I have to do is...

Oof!  Back to the drawing board.

Mom?  Is this a normal boy thing?  Or is it just my brother who does stuff like this?

What do you mean, "stuff like this"? 

I'm starting to feel a little disparaged here.

That's it. I'm gone.

Uh, Mom?  The giant closed gate kind of ruined my big exit.

What exactly are you doing with the last of that sundae?

Oh.  Of course. 

Mom.  I can't let all that fudge go to waste!

Think of all the hyperactivity-inducing sugar there is at the bottom of this cup!

Hey!  I'm RIGHT HERE!  What makes you guys think I can't SEE YOU EATING ICE CREAM?  (Did he already have his own? Is the lack of shirt a clue?)

Poor Jaynie cannot wear this necklace,

without her brother pushing the button over and over.

ARGH!  LEAVE IT ALONE!

I know it's a great necklace. You push the button and you hear Ariel singing.

But does he have to push the button over and over and over and over? 

He's making me crazy, Mom.

She hands him some  pink feathers and sucessfully distracts him from her necklace.  The kid has the attention span of.. well.. me.

Now - can we all appreciate this Ariel outfit for a minute?  We have not one but two Disney Ariel costumes... but she prefers that sleep mask again.  It's multi-purpose.

Quick, unscheduled snuggle on the floor.  I took this picture and they both started like "Ack! She documented us snuggling!" and immediately separated. But here it is - sibling love. 

Ok - here in his polo, doing sign-language (flower), he looks like a big kid.

And here - all long legs spilling out of the stroller - he's huge.

But get close to those cheeks and squishy arms?  Still my baby.

We went to a party with a bounce house.

Best 4 hours of Jayne's life, to date.

As if bouncing wasn't enough, then there was cake.

This one missed the whole thing.

Don't worry - his cake didn't go to waste. 

Oh, my.  Hula anybody?

Why, yes. This is a picture of a friend's husband, in a skirt, up on the internet.  No, I did not ask his permission.  I will, however, restrain myself from posting his full name here, so Googlers won't find him dancing with the girls.  (Look at Bridget's hula. She's got the hips *down*.)

Our pool had a special hula night.  Good times.

Getting all the naked tushie shots in I can, before he ages out.

Hey, lady!  Consider me aged!  Get that thing out of here!

What the?

Is that?

Why, yes.  It *is* Jonas running around with Jaynie's pajama shorts on his head.  Just wanted to be sure.

Ahh.   Nothing like your own, private pool.

Well, semi-private.

Okay!  You're angry!  Good!  Now can you give me pouty?

Yes!  Perfect!  You are working that pout!  Now what about happy?

Very good!  Happy!  You're happy!  You're thrilled to have a sequined and feathered garter on your head!

Jonas and I went out to watch a wedding party clog up traffic on our street.  Unfortunately, none of the pictures I took of the actual cars came out.  But this is cute, right?

When we got back inside, this was waiting for us.  There were paw prints on her books and my bag.  She wanted to go to the library.  I can't decide if this is really smart and cute, or if its a sign of too much TV.

Holy cow. 

Because she wasn't cute enough already.

We got the Twink this ridiculous swim get-up.

She's thrilled.  THRILLED, with the goggles/swim-cap combo.

Yes, honey. Of course I'm going to take your picture, too.

Honey, if you splash that bubbly water, you'll get soap in your eyes.

See what I'm talking about?  Bubble boy!  Stop splashing!

Thank goodness for tear-free soap, eh?

Ah ha!  This explains the new swim wardrobe!

Beach vacation!

This would be Jonas's first beach experience.

So prepare yourselves for 72 pictures of him in the water.

Followed by 49 pictures of him playing in the sand.

You've been warned.

Hey!  Some pictures of me, please!

You!  You've been to the beach before!

Maybe, but did I have these cool goggles back then?  Totally pic-worthy!

Whatever - look at these kicking feet!  This is where the camera should be.

I am totally willing  to take drastic measures to get the parents' attention.

Good luck! I'm too adorable!  They can't take their eyes off of me!

Hey! Mom! Over here!  (Holy cow - would you look at how far away that kid got?  No fear, that one.)

Now begins the 49 sand pictures.

Trying to perfect his shoveling technique.

Angrily throwing the shovel out to sea when he can't figure it out. (Where does he get this temper?)

Dimply baby hand + feet disappearing = cute.

Sand castle time!

Or maybe sand fortress.

Jaynie seems to be sitting in the moat.

So you push this thing in the sand and it digs?

Ah forget it!

I'll just be in charge of the water.

See? Now we have wet sand!  I can totally handle this job.

The locals thought we were nuts.

Covering these kids up like this.

All the other kids were practically naked.

Boys in speedos.

Girls in bikini bottoms and no tops.

The Italians are sun lovers.  They looked at our rash guards and sunscreen like we were from another planet.

Sandy feet!

Sandy tush!

Ok, clearly I'm running out of things to say.

Lollypop love?  What is that?  And what happened to the "no words on your butt" rule of clothes?

Mermaid Jayne!

She was absolutely delighted by this.

We kept him away as long as we could...

But eventually he turned her tail back into legs.  Just call him Ursula.

What is she doing?

Who knows?  But Joe started it.

More gratuitous shots of her in the swim cap.

Seriously - is this not a sharp looking outfit?

You like how we surround the "blue so you can pass it down to Jonas" rash guard with bubblegum pink everything else?

Uh oh.

Rock in the shoe.

How beautiful is this?

I dragged everyone away from the beach to visit Ostuni, the "white city".

Totally worth it, if for these pictures alone.