Vin and I were invited to an indoor playground yesterday by our new friend Ellen and her daughter Rebecca. The place was huge, full of balls and scooting toys and was almost completely empty. Vin went nuts.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Winter Play Time
Vin and I were invited to an indoor playground yesterday by our new friend Ellen and her daughter Rebecca. The place was huge, full of balls and scooting toys and was almost completely empty. Vin went nuts.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
My littler stasher
Vin and Andi have taken to a nice morning routine together. They get up at the same time (5:30am) they play together, eat breakfast together - even brush their teeth together. It is quite a sight to look into the bathroom and see two little butts in their underwear (one in a diaper) both leaning over the bathtub, each brushing his own set of teeth.
Yesterday while I was in the bathroom futzing around, in came Vin, headed straight for the washing machine, opened it, reached inside, and pulled out his toothbrush from where he had stashed it that morning. He knew exactly where to go, and exactly what he would find in there. So our washing machine now doubles as Vin's toothbrush holder.
Yesterday while I was in the bathroom futzing around, in came Vin, headed straight for the washing machine, opened it, reached inside, and pulled out his toothbrush from where he had stashed it that morning. He knew exactly where to go, and exactly what he would find in there. So our washing machine now doubles as Vin's toothbrush holder.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Love note
Dear Vinny,
I thought I loved you when we locked eyes that first day. And then there was the first time you smiled at me, I was sure that was the first moment of love. Then when we would nap together cheek to cheek, that felt like love. It has become clear that this lovely and painful feeling seems to be growing and getting more lovely and more painful. I see you across the room chasing after a ball and you have me laughing and clapping and I must resist the urge to duct tape us together in a never-ending hug so you can't run away from me. I can't kiss you enough. I can't get enough of the feel of your soft, peach fuzz hair on my lips. I love that you are fearless, that you enjoy other people so much, your passion for balls and trucks and electronics is admirable.
How can I continue cooking in the kitchen, when you are toddling around with both chubby hands in the air, chanting 'ne ne ne ne ne, da da da da da' and kicking a tennis ball into the piano bench? I can't, you must be kissed. How can I sit here and blog when you are pulling leaves off of trees, unraveling paper towel rolls and hiding remote controls and cells phones in your little cave (the space under the cedar chest)? Again, I can't - you must be kissed. It is no wonder this time with you has the outward appearance of laziness for me. I don't have a job, I haven't read many books, the house is a mess and I am way behind on my emails and blogging, but in terms of kisses? We are way ahead of the game, wouldn't you agree?
Love,
Me (mama)
I thought I loved you when we locked eyes that first day. And then there was the first time you smiled at me, I was sure that was the first moment of love. Then when we would nap together cheek to cheek, that felt like love. It has become clear that this lovely and painful feeling seems to be growing and getting more lovely and more painful. I see you across the room chasing after a ball and you have me laughing and clapping and I must resist the urge to duct tape us together in a never-ending hug so you can't run away from me. I can't kiss you enough. I can't get enough of the feel of your soft, peach fuzz hair on my lips. I love that you are fearless, that you enjoy other people so much, your passion for balls and trucks and electronics is admirable.
How can I continue cooking in the kitchen, when you are toddling around with both chubby hands in the air, chanting 'ne ne ne ne ne, da da da da da' and kicking a tennis ball into the piano bench? I can't, you must be kissed. How can I sit here and blog when you are pulling leaves off of trees, unraveling paper towel rolls and hiding remote controls and cells phones in your little cave (the space under the cedar chest)? Again, I can't - you must be kissed. It is no wonder this time with you has the outward appearance of laziness for me. I don't have a job, I haven't read many books, the house is a mess and I am way behind on my emails and blogging, but in terms of kisses? We are way ahead of the game, wouldn't you agree?
Love,
Me (mama)
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Sunday in Prater, and Halloween
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| I am not sure when this happened, but instead of a little floppy baby, I turned around to see this hunky little dude following me around. |
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| Andi and Kat enjoying the fun of Prater...the Dizzy Mouse. Once they dipped into the cat's mouth there, Vinny started crying, thinking he had lost them both forever. |
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| A great water ride, in the freezing cold October winds and weather of Vienna. |
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| But they don't seem to mind. |
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| Supermen! |
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| The best part of the Halloween festival was the gravel and leaves. |
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| Irresistible, he was a hit at the festival. |
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