I swear it's a boy scout coat

This is not a girlie coat. 

I swear it's a boy scout coat.

A snowy treat

Yesterday we decided to make a snowy treat: snow ice cream. First you take 8 cups of (clean!) snow.


Then you add one cup of milk, half a cup of sugar and half a tablespoon of vanilla. Mix and Enjoy!

Pretty tasty if I do say so myself. Three out of four Shadle's enjoyed it (and the fourth Shadle was too little to taste it.)

Eskimo Babies

I had a little more time to work on my pictures from today. Here's some pictures of my Eskimo Babies! (I really can call them Eskimo, because their Daddy is part Eskimo. At least that's what he claims. Really he's not Eskimo at all, he was just born in Alaska.) Anyhoo.....

Loving Ava's face in this one. She was a milisecond from losing it on the cold snow.

Fancy meeting you here...

Funny kids.

Eskimo Kisses

The babies in the snow giving each other Eskimo kisses. How much longer can I keep calling them babies?

Progress

Our potty training journey is....... going (no pun intended.) Saturday had a few bumps (and by bumps I mean accidents.) Sunday, well in the words of Mike it rhymes with Binormous Bailure. Then came today. Carter filled up his sticker chart with only one accident today! Here's a picture of Carter with his full sticker chart and his new Lightning McQueen car he recieved for filling his sticker chart.


Then no less than fifteen minutes later he had an accident on the floor. One big exasperated sigh. Two steps forward and one step back, although sometimes it feels like one step forward and ten steps back. But we are still working, working, working.

And Avaroo loved her some grapes at dinner time tonight. Minced up into little pieces, of course but they rocked her world nonetheless.

Tuckered Out

I took this picture on friday when we went to the Children's museum, but it was so funny I thought it deserved a post of its own. I was playing with Ava and looked around for my little guy. He was so tuckered out that he had to go take a rest on the bean bag chair in the middle of the children's museum! I think it's hilarious, but maybe it's just because I'm his mom. I hope you enjoy it.

A celebration

We celebrated with balloons.
And fancy plates.

And of course, a cake with candles. Confused? It's nobody's birthday or even a holiday. It was a....................

Pee Pee Party! Our little potty in-training man has been VERY resistant to the ideal of potty training. He does not want underwear or a potty to come anywhere near his body. So in the spirit of getting him excited about it, we had a potty party. I asked him what he wanted for his party and he said: cake, candles, two balloons, cookies and cars. We obliged on all counts, as long as he agreed to our stipulations: give all your diapers to your sister and only underwear (or pull-ups while sleeping) from now on.

We used a sticker chart. When he fills it up he will get his new Lighting McQueen car.

By the end of the day it looked like this. So I'm hoping with the many motivations we gave him today will do the trick. Here's hoping!

(Have I mentioned that I have a strong distaste for potty training?)