At Home

I snapped a few pictures of Charlie and Eli on the couch the other day, reading together. Charlie was perusing the Toys R Us catalog and Eli was reading Curious George (while listening to the book on CD).

One of Eli’s favorite things to do right now is “go shopping” – he pushes the cart around the house and finds things to put inside. I ring it all up at the end and he thinks it’s the best thing ever.

Looking out the window is another favorite activity. Especially when you’re up high.

This is Eli’s look when I caught him standing up here and asked him to get down… so innocent :)

Charlie is the sweetest baby. I love this age. His happiness is infectious. A lady standing behind us in line at the store today told me Charlie was so cute that she wanted to take a picture of him. I told her I take plenty :) I like when strangers are nice to you because of your cute kids – much better than when they’re not-so-nice because of your annoying kids…

Charlie thinks everything Eli does is interesting. And hilarious.

Charlie is the three-tooth wonder now – I think the single top tooth is so fun. The fourth one seems to be getting closer to coming through though, so this won’t last long.

Charlie’s even temperament is such a good balance for crazy Eli. Lately he has been VERY emotional – I’d like to say it’s because he’s still adjusting to the time change and seems overtired. But I’m not sure. This week at playgroup, we were playing in the church gym. I brought a ride-on toy and the shopping cart for Eli to push around (and share with the other kids), but Eli just sat next to me, gripping both toys tightly and crying anytime a child came near him. Not the best day.

Here’s at the dinner table – Eli entertaining Charlie with his antics:

And Charlie entertaining us with his MESSY face. Self-feeding at this age requires a lot of patience on my part. It’s everything I can do to not hold the bowl myself and feed it to him neatly, rather than get tomato sauce in his eyebrows, scalp, and the crevices between his fingers.

I think he was proud of the mess he made…

What is with little boys and spitting? What is the appeal?

Time to wash off the dinner aftermath:

And finally, both boys clean and in warm, matching jammies. I couldn’t resist taking some pictures of them watching out the front door, waiting for Ben to arrive home from the train.

Love these boys. And love that they were both in bed by 7 p.m.

I’m off to bed now… Charlie is still on the previous time, so he’s been waking every day at 5 a.m. Ugh. It makes 6 a.m. seem like sleeping in!