We love walking with our buddies. We even did a kiddo swap for the last little bit. Tate loved turning around and talking to Colton. Ian was oblivious. He just comes along for the ride and the snacks.
Apparently dark enclosed places are a highlight at our house. Ian and Tate both love them. Tate's new favorite thing to do since hanging out with Daddy on Saturday is study. At least three times a day he will go into his cave (the corner under the table) with 2 or three books to study. Ian is not allowed to talk to him because he is busy studying. He occasionally goes to his room for study time and told me just this morning that he had a busy day and a lot of studying to do so he couldn't help me out. He is going to be brilliant with all the studying he does.
Ian tried ice cream for the first time. His first couple bites were weak but by bite number three he go the hang of it and dove right into Josh's ice cream sandwich. I ate all mine before he knew how good it was so Daddy would get a chance to share.
We introduced plastic knives to play dough this week and the highlight for Tate is having me make snakes and then he chops them up while I make strange pained noises for the snakes. He was laughing so hard for quite a while.
So a week ago I put dinner in the crock pot and went about my day, very pleased at the prospect of a delicious dinner with all the work done. A couple hours later when I went to check in on my savory chicken I was sad to find it still frozen...This is my farewell to a trusty crock pot. It's last 4 years have seen many a roast and fed more than a few crowds. It was a hard worker until it's demise and even then it provided Ian an entertaining evening before it's final trip to the trash can.
Ian is by far a better eater than Tate ever was or still is, but recently he has the strange misconception that the belly button must be a sure way into his stomach or a great storage compartment. Maybe he caught onto the kangaroo show we watched last week... I find more food down this kids shirt than I ever thought possible. I guess it could be because he is the second child and Tate's large head stretched out all of the clothes he now wears but still. Changing his diaper now requires emptying his belly button too and seeing what treasures lie within. I guess I may not have to worry about him filling his pockets until he no longer wear onesies.
Because Ian loves to eat, and because he is a baby, he has a rather large belly. This morning Tate walked up to him, put both hands on his abdomen, and asked, "Is there a baby in your belly Ian. Let's check." I tried to assure him there was not, but he didn't believe me. Tate is my health insurance. He keeps me laughing, running, and concocting healthy food for him to try all the day long.
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