M and S love puffs. They love the word "puff". They love the sound the container of puffs makes when I shake it. They hear the rustle from across the room and come "running" (crawling) just to get a puff. When they are hungry and fussy and I need just a minute to fix their meal, I sit them in their chairs and sprinkle a few puffs on the tray and POOF! - they are quiet, silently stuffing as many puffs in their mouths as they possibly can before they gag. Puffs are wonderful. They have a magical affect on my children and, apparently, a magical affect on me - inspiring me to pen a silly poem.
Spent a weekend in Red Lodge with the Moores, Kavanaghs and Oberlys. We rented a 4 bedroom house within walking distance of downtown. We ate well, laughed, played cards, soaked in the hot tub, fished, laughed, ate, shopped, laughed and ate. It wasn't restful, but it was a roaring good time and we're looking forward to doing it again.
I don't know why his face looks like this but it's darn funny. This picture is to show you all the system we jimmy-rigged to keep Mason from sliding out of his high chair. His restraint relies on a system of carabiners, webbing, and a phone book.
It might look unsafe but we're pretty confident it is...unsafe.
2 comments:
Pretty awesome, all around. I really like Peter's apron.
I'm so bummed that you aren't in the picture at the dinner table! Could we super-impose you somehow? Also--I think that one picture of you was taken just after you "amazingly" blew out all those candles. One wouldn't have thought you could do that--but you did :)
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