One Wild Night

Todd and I had a night recently where we just looked at each other and laughed. We were all sitting around the dinner table and Dylan was dressed like a Popsicle eating pharaoh, Brooklyn was having brownie batter and a Popsicle simultaneously, and Logan was covered in a bib of yogurt. It was one of those moments where you just have to laugh at where you life is. We love the weirdness of our kids and I blame it all on Todd. ha. ha. ha.

With his new octopus at his side, Dylan, the Egyptian pharaoh of course, ate his Popsicle in record time.

At the same time Brooklyn was going back and forth from licking a brownie batter bowl and taking one lick of her Popsicle.

I recently took Logan to the doctor for a check-up. He is doing great even though he measures at the average 2.5 year old. The doctor asked all these questions. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but when she asked if Logan could feed himself I said yes. I think I was too embarrassed to say I had never given him utensils for fear of being speared with a fork. (Last Sunday he beamed someone three rows in front of us smack in the back of the head. He's got a really good arm!) So that night I decided to see what would happen with Logan's first attempt at eating like a human. And here ya go...