The boys really enjoy playing with these racecars.

Although, Jonas doesn't get that it's a "racetrack", he thinks it's a "slide.. for duh cars!"

You gotta love the look of adoration on Joe's face here. Adoration and amusement - two of my favorite emotions.

Since I started my craft blog, there will be gratuitous shots of stuff I make on this website.

How can I not put them up here?  When they are being modeled by such cute kids?

Case in point.

How could I not post all these adorable pictures of Jonas in the sweater I knit?

Just look at that sweet face!

He's so photogenic! How could I resist?

Mom?  I'm old enough to get sarcasm, you know.  (Hmm - seems I was taking pictures of myself wearing a nice shirt... with pajama bottoms.  Probably assumed the pants wouldn't make it into the shot.  Whoops.)

Oh, my.

Is there anything more kissable than this sweet face?

Ah, of course there is!

Even his sister needed to love on him, he looked so delicious.

See?  Irresistable.

I love crafting with kids.

Glitter? Stickers? Glue stick?  Crafty nirvana.

Yeah.  Still with the party blowers.

Hanging out with a bunch of pregnant women in the fall really left an impression on my Twink.  We agreed that she's too young for this, but disagree on exactly when is old enough (she seems to think 15 is a good age to have a baby.  Eeesh.)

Yeah - we're cheap.

We are entirely too cheap to pay for Tae Kwon Do lessons...

when we have a perfectly good instructor at home.

Of course,

These are picture from the first of three(? two?) lessons that ever actually *happened*.  Maybe I should go back and check out the schedule of classes at the gym....

"The Daddy House."  I always knew his amazing headstand abilities had to have a higher purpose.

This is what she came out in when I said "Go put on park clothes."  Pajama top, tank top, flippy skirt, patent leather shoes.  In January.

Turns out, if you take too long getting breakfast on the table...

Jonas will take matters into his own hands.

He went into the fridge and got the yogurt, went into the drawer and got the biggest spoon he could find (it's a 1/2 cup measuring scoop), and went to town.  Resourceful.

What?  I'm just playing here!

Eat it? Do I look like someone who would be dumb enough to EAT salt dough? (Hey - can I get a drink over here?  Blech.)

See - first you veeery carefully roll them...

And then you have a bead!

What?  You need another look?  Here you go!

First he makes himself breakfast...

and then, when I take too long to put them down for naps, he does it himself.  It's like I don't even need to be here.

Dress-up, boy style.

Dress-up, girl style.

Uh oh.  The lip.  This could get ugly.

Yep.

Ugly.

Whoa - he looks kind of.. menacing here.

That's better.  Messy, but approachable. (If you're wearing a cover-all.)

I love how serious she gets.

Painting takes concentration. Focus.

And lots and lots of purple paint.  (Seriously - it's like there weren't any other colors there.  I've never seen so many purple beads before in my life.)

Oh, my.  Who left this cute message?  It rhymes and everything!

The poet and her work.  I am not making this up - she just wandered over and wrote this.  She asked for help with spelling "while", but I didn't have any idea what the message would say until she was done.  All. Her.

Another fantabulous outfit,

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Huh.  This can't be good.

Oh yeah - definitely not good.