
Okay, was it clever or was it lazy? I'll opt for clever! I didn't feel well Sunday morning while SG was still with us, so I asked Mark to make maybe a first-time run to Dunkin Donuts and this is what culminated. The kids had their first donuts (while watching Barney) and we were able to relax and EAT IN BED! Hunter double-fisted the donut while SG picked up every last sprinkle that fell off her donut and Hunter's. It was a great morning.
Here's the other kid eating his donut:
I never did post our trip to the Reston Zoo with our friend Jen and her daughter, Chloe. There isn't a lot to share, unless you want me to go into all the animals we saw. The problem was- the temperature must have dropped like 10 degrees from earlier in the day, so we were freezing! Let's just look at the pictures and call it good enough?!
The kids were warm with their jackets and blankets, by the way. The adults were freezing!
Inside the goat and sheep stall or barn thingy. I loved petting the babies, SO cute!!!
You've got it- a Spider Monkey. Although a pricey, small zoo, it has some pretty unique animals. You should have seen the tarantula!

Did I mention they look like a married couple? She's already letting him take the wheel. ;)

Aren't these little troopers cute in their matching shirts?!
What is it with toddlers? They have these annoying habits that, at times, outweigh their sweetness. Hunter's annoying habit is screaming- it's not a scream like he is frightened but more of a squeal, very high-pitched and quite loud. I encourage him to "use your words;" but he refuses. He wants something but instead of communicating like any normal person, he communicates, well, like a toddler!
Mark & I were discussing this tonight- he reminds me: "It's the Terrible Twos." Yeah, yeah, I know but I didn't think my son would succumb to such a stereotype, such a demeaning label. Man am I sorely disappointed.
Let me counterbalance my child's annoying habit with something that makes me want more of these little monsters. Almost anytime I ask for kisses, he puckers right up and walks over. I don't even get that response from my husband! He also asks for hugs in the middle of lunch or grabs for my hand to put it on his head. (Maybe I have stumbled across his love language: Physical Touch???) When he wants me to read a book, he climbs in my lap: butt-first, nonetheless, and I melt around him. He squeals when I leave. He says "Mommy" like an angel would sound calling your name from Heaven.
That's how they "getcha." They're so cute- it must be God's way of populating the Earth. At that moment, you want more; and then... he starts screaming.