Ok, I'm sorry.

I don't care if you're two, I don't care if you're a messy eater.

It is just not possible to get this much peanut butter on your face by ACCIDENT.

We're having a little difficulty distinguishing baseball/T-ball from golf.

FORE!

Uh huh.. then the nose... yess....

Yeah - that looks like him!

Portrait of Bert, by Violet Jayne.

He looks more and more like a terrorist every day.

Seriously - look at this one!  (Sidenote: WHERE is this kid's mother?  Look at that face!  The bat!  Shouldn't there be an adult throwing herself in between them here?)

More crafty goodness.

Finally time to string the beads we made.

All that hard work finally is about to pay off!

We tried keeping Jonas happy with markers.

Seriously, like every crayon, pencil, or marker in the house...

but after seeing what a good time his sister was having...

he, of course, needed his own beads.

My boy.  He's going to be a big Martha Stewart fan when he grows up, I can tell.

Hurray!  New jewelry!

After weeks of work, she wore the necklace this once for pictures, and I've never seen it again.

According to Madam's schedule,

Saturday is "Ice Cream Party!" day.

And while we might miss storytime at the library, or tae kwon do with Daddy... we never miss Ice Cream day. =)

I took these pictures for the dress,

but I love how seriously she takes the modeling gig.  Look at that face!

And now, the rare and wonderful "good pictures of both children together."

Show me angry!  Yeah!

Ok, now you're surprised!  You're shocked!  You cannot believe what you just saw!

Coming off the success of the two-kid photo-shoot, I tried to get a decent one of me and my Twink.

Yeah.  They can't all be winners.  (In case you were wondering - yes, I've killed that plant since taking this photo.)

Mom. How hard is it to keep rosemary alive?

Jeesh!  It's like you're cursed or something.

Hey - what's that smile?  You'd better not be laughing at my outfit again...

On Valentine's day, I made heart cookies which you can *almost* see here, under the mountain of frosting and sprinkles.

Well - what's a Valentine breakfast without frosting and sprinkles, anyway?  (I love how she's rocking the headband AND tiara here.)

Ah, yes.

Here it is.

The birthday baking.

Any good readers of the blog,

will recognize this right away.

It's the baking of the birthday cake for Mom.

Immortalized forever (redundant?) here.

Thanks, Twink.  Best. Cake. Ever.

The next morning - the final prep is going on while I sleep in.

(Well, actually - this final prep went on while I stood over her and took pictures.  But just imagine that I'm still sleeping here and they're up decorating my cake. It sounds so much more "Birthday!" like that.)

The finished product.  I still can't believe she didn't win that baking contest. We were robbed!

Jonas gets SO EXCITED about birthday cakes.

Look at him - he has this NEED to blow the candles that won't be denied.

HAF TA BLOW DA CANDLES!

Mmmm. Cake.

Now I'm trying to come up with an excuse to bake a cake (don't worry - it'll come to me...)

Yeah - when she's quiet in her room for a while?

You never can predict who exactly is going to come out.

Like this.

I actually really like this one.  I like the stripes, I like the red shoes that match the red sleeves...

I like that she's actually wearing the tutu I spent 6 HOURS making for her...

For those of you who have never heard me yell "GO SIT ON YOUR FISH!", this is a picture of Jonas in time-out.

Why is he in time-out?  Click the pic and see if you can tell.  Hint - that's the sink drain.

Oh, my.

Why on earth are you making the mad face at me?

Is something bothering you?

Actually, yeah.

I drew this circle on my belly, and now it won't wipe off!

What do you mean this isn't a washable marker?

Why would you give me a marker that isn't WASHABLE?! 

Ooh!  Something's distracted him from his tears and the blame game (which is good, because he was dangerously close to pinning the whole thing on me.)

Oh, hurray!  It's big sister with a fun plan!

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