Popsicles in November

It's 30 degrees outside and Thomas is having his first popsicle. Why not? We need to get rid of everything in the freezer anyway before we move on Thursday.

After Thomas said he was done and put his half-eaten popsicle on the counter, I said, "Are you sure? Your popsicle is going to be so sad sitting there melting." Malena then chimes in, "Mommy, the popsicle doesn't have a face." Gotta love the mind of a 3-year-old.

Future Contender

Pretty cute, huh? What you don't see is the little mischievous kid hiding behind that smile. Thomas is thoroughly enjoying torturing his sister lately...pulling her hair, pushing her & yanking off her socks after it's taken her 15 minutes to put them on. Here he is with his latest battle scar. This one landed him in the ER at 7:30 a.m. the day after Halloween. Luckily, dermabond was the answer. The blood, though, my LORD!

Worst Idea of the Year

When we couldn't get a sitter for Thomas so that we could take Mimi to the movies, we decided he'd be zonked out on his cold medicine enough that we could all go together...in the pouring, freezing rain...in downtown Boston. Worst idea of the year. But, hey, at least we got this cute photo!

My Spider and My Cow

Happy Halloween 2007!

I'm back!

This blog started out as Baby Thomas' website, but, as you can see with most second children, that didn't last very long. Does that mean I love him any less? Depends on the day. Ha! Just kidding. He HAS turned into a bit of a stinker lately, but he is a boy + he is a toddler = he is a regular nightmare. Anyway, I would like to start posting again, but the postings will be about our family. Not just the little guy. Time to catch up.