My blog is causing a ruckus!

First things first. I am a die-hard Balti-moron. Born in Charm City and refuse to move. This is truly The Land of Pleasant Living. I like every non-pretentious and pseudo-pretentious bit of living on the set of The Wire.

Now, in my previous post I mentioned that Harper is a Colts fan. Real citizens of this fine burg know that when I say Colts, I of course mean the Baltimore Colts and their marching band. There are no other Colts.

I never meant to imply that I would raise my children to cheer for a team from Indianapolis. I certainly in no way meant to insinuate that Peyton Manning is good at anything or ever will be.

So, all my loyal readers, there you have it. My children will be raised to be disappointed by The Ravens just like I am. We will wear purple. We will protect this house (by letting the other team score a lot of points). We will eat snacks and then fall asleep on the sofa during every game. It is our responsibility to pass on our traditions to the younger generation.

And thanks to my vigilant brother I have learned a little lesson about regional loyalty.

Sheesh, at least I didn't say I wanted to raise them to be Republicans.

How I get to eat lunch...

Porch time, so mommy can brew a fresh pot of lunch...er, coffee. That way I am fortified for impending the Nap Battles of 1pm. In case you were wondering about the hat, Harper is a die-hard Colts fan. In case you were wondering about Merriwether's dress, she has been wearing it for 3 days, and she swears it is still clean. Still quiet out there...this can't be good...

Merriwether met the Easter Bunny!

If you turned down an opportunity to wear this costume (ahem, you know who you are!) you missed the best Mayfield Egg Hunt ever! We will not be deterred by a few snowflakes or a pesky house alarm. Face painting, cupcakes, egghunt, and Starbucks coffee. We know how to party.

Show us some gum!

What a cutie-patootie!

(That's right, I said patootie!)

Can you imagine being so thrilled by some dry Cheerios and pureed sweet potato?

That smile is absolutely killing me!

Harper loves to splash!

Harper loves her bath time. She is a serious splasher and likes to dive face first into the water. If you are free someday around 6pm come over and watch the hilarious show of her trying to pick up and grab the water. She also is a connoisseur of bath water. Many times I have caught her gumming the wet washcloth...yum...

Gardening

Come see our pansies!

Byron is monopolizing the computer with the pics...

So let's take a minute to mock Amy and see if this lights a fire under her low-posting self.

Ask her about her famous recipe for Elmo's Zucchini...mmmm...red furry vegetables....

Busy Mornings

Sometimes you have to get to work before breakfast. Buttons need to be pushed. Lights need to be flashed. No time for proper clothes. The sun has risen and it is time to work.

Harper prefers to stand. Sitting is over. Why would anyone sit? Sitting offends her. She wants to stand in her crib, in the playroom, and on my hip. Don't try to bend her. She will arch her back and lock her fat little knees. She stands until she falls. Then she cries. Then she stands some more.

Too much talking, back to work...

Our Trip to Wisp

Did you know that skis came so tiny? I didn't. The reason it is good that Merriwether has 2 parents is because we balance each other. Byron signs Merriwether up for ski school. Hilary reminds Byron that Merriwether was just born and can't possibly ski. Byron tells Hilary that parents aren't allowed at the ski school. Hilary imagines all sorts of scenarios where Merriwether will cry because she is cold, doesn't know where the potty is, and is surrounded by strangers who want her to hurtle down a hill on sticks.
Byron confidently drops Merriwether off. Hilary lurks and spies.

Merriwether skis. Byron snaps this pic. Hilary weeps with pride.

Crawling!

This is starting to go too fast. She can crawl. Break out the swiffers and babygates because here comes Harper!

In the car...

We are driving back from running some errands. Merriwether is in her carseat, holding her Winnie-the-Pooh stuffed toy.

M- "Is Piglet a girl or a boy?"

Here we go again. My daughter is determined to understand all things about gender.

H - "I'm not sure. What do you think?" Clever way to skirt the subject, don't you think?

M- "Is Piglet a girl or a boy?"

H- "Honey, I said I'm not sure. What...."

M- "MAMA! I'M TRYING TO TALK TO WINNIE-THE-POOH!!!!!!!!!!"

Surprise. Winnie-the-Pooh reports that Piglet is a girl. Because she is pink.

Cute couple!

So I thought it was an oversight when I looked at my ChildWatch id card from the YMCA and saw my niece's name on it. Then we looked at Amy's card and saw me listed as "parent."

The ladies at the YMCA thought Amy and I were a couple. Not that there's anything wrong with that...Three cheers for their open-mindedness!