Baby's First....

...peanut butter and jelly!

rICE, rICE Baby

Doughnut...

...tell daddy!

McFirst

Tonight, the boy's had their first meal from the bag with the golden arches.

Ketchup and all.Ben loved to dip, dip, dip his fries.

And then suck the ketchup off.

Not many nuggets made their way into his mouth.

But he was still a happy camper!
As for A.B., he THOROUGHLY enjoyed his entire meal.And he willingly took care of Ben's nuggets too.I think next time, we'll have to dine in though. A Happy Meal just isn't the same without the play place!

Fudge Pops

Just like we most certainly DID NOT give the boys milkshakes before bedtime a couple of months ago, we most certainly DID NOT give them fudge pops on the porch last night. To eat by themselves. In their diapers. And then take pictures of the massacre. No way. How crazy would that make us?!

Besides, even if we did, they probably wouldn't have liked them. Just like the milkshakes, they would have shuttered in disguest. And asked for another serving of broccoli instead.

They certainly wouldn't have drooled over those nasty things...

Or raised their pops in sweet victory!

I doubt they would have even wanted to stop playing for them.

In fact, they'd probably just let the whole thing just go to waste.

And they certainly would NOT ask for a second helping.

And we definitely would not have given it to them either.

"Pop" Corn

Ice Cream, You Scream!

We most certainly DID NOT give the boys some of our milkshakes tonight...In their pajamas...

On the kitchen counter... Without any bibs...
Five minutes before bedtime...

Nope. Un-Uh. Not us.

Because that would have been just ridiculous.

And we are definitely not ridiculous.

Besides, it's not like they would have enjoyed it anyway.

Now if you'll excuse me, I don't have a mess in the kitchen to clean up.

A Toast...

Breakfast time is one of my favorite times with B&A. There's just something about the sun coming up and when everything is still and quiet. Moods are (usually) good and smiles abound.

This particular morning, amongst their usual eggs and fruit, the boys had toast schmeared ever so lightly with cream cheese. They really dug it. While I sat like a pool monitor, watching them devour their triangles and waiting for the first sign of struggle, they just happily ate and looked right back with ease. Score one for them. So many thanks to the mama who encouraged me to branch out and to be unafraid of the bread. The Deuce "toast" you!

Chug-a-lug, Benji

An slight glimpse of Ben's up'n'coming chompers! Please ignore the 14 calories worth of food on his face.

Sometimes even favored foods strike a weird chord. This banana was NOT going down.
Musta been a good punchline!
Abe's smiling cause I am holding his bottle :)
Just moments before MAJOR silliness, and sippy cup shaking, errupted.

This is starting to become really fun.

Mmmmmm...

MEATLOAF!