John Deere Green as interpreted by Gavin

Round two!

And now, it is Noah's turn to have his very own seat!

 

 

 

 

A flashback...2009 Gavin, 6 months old...

Approximately two years ago, Pop had a grand idea... a spacesaver highchair strapped onto the seat of the Gator. This resulted in a hands-free perch for Gavin.

 

 

 

 

You too?!?

A few months ago. Gavin was my little chocolate bandit. Looks to me like we have an accomplice in the making! This is my leftover plate of chocolate-peanut butter swirled brownies! He pulled the plate to him, took off the foil, and picked up a brownie!

 

 

 

Happy Birthday, Daddy

The big 3-0. Daddy turned thirty. Do you want to know how old you really are? Half your age and if you consider that to be old, then you are old. In Daddy's case? 15. He still has a few years.

Mmmm...I made chicken piccata, a ginormous salad, broccoli and for dessert chocolate-peanut butter swirled brownies with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, and hot chocolate sauce coating all of it. So good!

 

Oooey gooey goodness!

 

Noah takes a shot blowing out candles

 

Gavin's turn...

Gertrude and Rose Marie

I know, I know. We are committed to becoming the Clampetts. Yes, those are chickens. Yes, we named them. Yes, we used Easter as an excuse: "Wouldn't it be neat if we had baby chicks in the Easter baskets for the boys?" Pfft- Gavin helped pick them out a week before Easter and we never put them in the baskets. That was a complete justification. Anyway, meet Gertrude (the smaller one, I know counter intuitive) and Rose Marie (the big one). They run around our yard, our porch, and sometimes our house (which is NOT allowed). And, they can swim (don't ask).

 

 

 

Noah EATS!

All the experts say to introduce a single grain cereal to an infant in approximately 1 tablespoon amount. They tell you to not expect the infant to consume even half that tablespoon amount. They tell you this time is more for practicing the actions of eating solids, rather than for nutrition. Yup, that is what they say...

Noah, on the other hand, is not the subject of what the "experts" prepared for. No, siree. He ate that tablespoon, smacked his lips, and cried until I made more. He ate FIVE times the "recommended amount." Excuse me while I lament my future grocery budget...