From Motion To Stillness

The stillness was brief, but blissful.

Cheers!

Tea party with "the little glasses, please!" Moments after this snap, the Vermont shot glass slipped to the floor and broke. 

We're down several balls, too. Vincent keeps hitting them out of the park (back yard). The neighbors to one side, who have older kids, often toss them back. Here's hoping the good leather (pleather?) will be returned.

Sometimes we can retrieve one that goes over the fence toward the road. Tonight we went looking for a particular hard plastic ball that is good to hit, but which Phoebe can not yet grasp in her mouth. Both kids say they saw it sail over the fence, but there was no sign of it from the sidewalk. Vince thinks it rolled down to the highway. Where ever it went, I don't think we'll get that one back.

It's baseball all the time with our boy-o. I took a quick shower this morning with Vincent locked in the room with me. He was happily singing into a paper towel tube, so I could hear what he was up to. Then he stopped singing and exclaimed "I hit da baw!" Obviously, he was now using the tube as a bat. "Vince, what are using for a ball?" I hollered from the shower. His gleeful reply: "Da baw id yo panteeeed!" Allrighty, then. Carry on.

Chicken Coop

The recycling bin yields interesting building materials. Just add imagination! Did you know a hole punch makes nice eggs? These chickens were very prolific layers.

Post Poptickle

That blackberry beet poptickle mess was so complete, and so vivid, bathing was not optional. I assume Vincent will eventually learn to pronounce an "s" sound, but don't know if I will ever again be able to pronounce popsicle correctly. Poptickle poptickle poptickle.

Batted

We were playing a game of Tball in the backyard, or trying to. We were only three people, none of us know the rules, and the dog kept stealing the bases. As in taking them away to chew on. Then Vince ran from the dugout to first base via home plate, where Zoe was taking a vigorous swing. Game over! 

Luckily, the bat is soft, Vincent's head is hard, and the kiddo recovers quickly.

Stinky

For some reason, the grocery store coupon system spit out vouchers for two travel size cans of Gilette shaving cream. One can per kid, so delightful to squirt! They had a blast with it, as usual. However, this brand is highly scented. I've washed the baking sheets twice, and still they don't smell like something I want to use for making cookies. Back to the (cheap) Barbasol!

Funny Kids

Zoe had her teeth cleaned this week. The hygienist invited us to the back, Zoe scrambled into the chair, and immediately opened her mouth in a perfect little oval of dental readiness. She maintained that mouth position throughout the visit, no matter what the hygienist and dentist were doing. Zoe was determined to earn the maximum amount of good-patient loot. She did.

David is dealing with a bear in the park who enjoys bacon. He (David, not the bear) has taken a few calls at home. He has also told us a bit about the situation over the dinner table. But Vincent needed further clarification. "Daddy, what dat beaw do naughty?"