What a day...

We finally got all of the Christmas stuff out of the attic.  It may take us a while to get it all up but we do have our Christmas tree up!

So last night we had a Danish Smorgasbord to have an early Christmas celebration before Ian's grandma went up north for the holiday.  I put the kids in their holiday best-they were so cute!  Who does not love this time of year?  Ewww, Ian decided that he was going to give Avery liver pate and she ate it...after the third mouthful she decided she was not su

re if she liked it or not.  It was making me sick just watching him give it to her.  

Although we did not do much today, a lot happened.  Let's see, little Miss Jumper was jumping on the couch when I was trying to feed Owen and guess what finally happened-yep, she slid right down the crack and on to her head.  It was inevitable, she just would not listen and there you have it.  It was pretty funny actually, there was no damage done and she kept saying, "boom-head".  

Then let's see, I went to let Frances back in and what did I discover?  Yep, she was digging!  That dog then ran from me for 10 minutes while Owen slept and Avery stood at the kitchen door laughing.  Avery finally, after standing there, for what was probably a century to her, figured out how to open the door and she was off!  I was chasing her down trying to make sure she did not step in dog poop while all the while, trying to wrangle Frances who turned my punishing her into a game.  So Avery under one arm, literally like a sack of potatoes and in the other hand, Frances' collar, twisted (she can get out of it otherwise) I was rubbing her nose in the hole she had just made worse in the middle of the grass and in all the other places I discovered.  Urgh-so frustrating!!!

Yes, it only gets better, so I had to go pee, so kill me.  I put Owen in his crib and turned on the butterfly mobile (yes, I could not stomach spending another $50 on a mobile when it is used for a couple of months) and went into the bathroom...Avery was running around back and forth from her room to Owen's and back.  Meanwhile, Owen's mobile had stopped playing...then, I hear it start going again.  At first I thought that the mobile started going again then I heard the ticking of the knob...no s**t!  Avery had climbed into Owen's crib and was turning the mobile back on for him.  I ran in and she was standing up turning the knob and looked at me and said, "Owen crying"...seriously???  You should have seen the look on Owen's face-I am sure you can guess, wide-eyed!  I caught Avery trying to climb in again and could not help but capture it.  Sorry for the angle, I can't get it to turn.

Let's see, to conclude the day, Owen is so close to turning over from his back to his front.  I caught the attempt on video but it was too dark and you can't see.  He is so cute!

Snip Snip...

Yes, as you may have been made aware, Ian had his little "procedure" on Friday and so we had to find ways to entertain ourselves while taking it easy.  Dad, although unable to really get up and move around, was a great place to park a child while I attempted to make Avery lunch for the fourth time (she is so picky and uninterested half the time it makes us crazy) or play another game of "Let's go poo poo on the potty".  That is really getting old, really, s**t or get off the pot already (what perfect context)!  She does get much of her quality reading in then.

Avery also found many ways of entertaining herself.  Not sure why, but she loves the eye legos.  She dumps them all out and then goes and hunts them down.  Not sure if it is funny, or if we need to be concerned.

As I think I might have mentioned before, Owen loves the floor gym.  He will hang out there and grab at the hanging birds and stare at the flashing/singing star.  Hey, what ever gets him going is fine with me (at least for now).  Avery has always loved that darn thing too...now she lays down next to him and hangs out too...only problem, she has absolutely no concept of where her body is in relation to Owens.  He often has that ever so popular look of total shock on his face when she starts in on him.

Anyway, we were going through the cabinet and found the ever popular hill-billy teeth from last Halloween, just thought that we might do a little side by side or maybe up and down comparison...

Avery at 6 months...

Owen at 3 and a half...those jammies have been retired.  The shirt was like a belly shirt.

The weekend was not a total bust, we went to the park Sunday morning for a little run around with Avery's friend "Guna" and then home again home again for "Hot Dogs" (yes we say the 'g' now) and a nap.  Ian some how managed to get the Christmas lights up on the house, watch football and we even decorated the Christmas tree...the rest of the decorations need to go up and of course, don't forget the menorah.