So we got out the rabbit ears on Sunday. Last year, he kept them on his head nicely. This year we weren't so lucky.
Daddy 'assists' with the photos by holding down Frankie's wandering hands.
Mostly it just looked like this.
Of course, the only photo I actually got of him with the ears on and looking at the camera was cut off at the top!
My shirt has it's collar up. Boo yah!
Julie tagged me on her blog, and as I'm always a fan of giving out free information :) I thought I'd take her up on the challenge! These questions are all about my 'significant other' and our relationship, and that's not code speak for my dog, but my husband.
Thank you all for reading. Anyone else care to join in on the little game?
Also, does anyone know of any fun Easter-y type of happenings around the city of Atlanta this week? Our Frankie would love to try his hand at an Easter Egg Hunt this year.
I'm not very good at updating the ol' blog as of late. I've been really busy and never feel like uploading pictures to the computer. But I'll stop making excuses because, really, you just want to see the toddler.
Our beautiful bathtub! Tub love <3
Frankie in the kitchen, or where we will have a kitchen. Frankie's playing round about where we'll have the island.
Even Bridget finds piles of laundry depressing.
Frankie finds the weeds in our front yard endearing.
Frankie feasts on a Samoa. Delicious.
Is loving Girl Scout cookies such a crime?
I've been a busy girl for the past few days, so you'll have to forgive the lack of blogging on my part. I've been working at the preschool, working at TCM, parenting, babysitting, buying stuff online for the house, and getting ready for a baby shower. Thus, I have a lot of photos that should make grandparents very happy since they are almost all of Frankie in various stages of cute.
This first one isn't really of Frankie, but proof that little kids actually *like* being in cages. Whenever anyone under three feet tall comes to my house, they make a beeline for the thing and climb into it. If there are any other children around, the other ones usually bang on the sides of it. This particular little bandit is Abram.
This looks like the beginning of a very bad habit.
Frankie mimics mommy's new hairdo, but this time with bubbles!
Frankie's got this new habit where he likes to line all of his cars up in a row. Either he's going to be a very particular person, or he just really likes the train set that we play with sometimes at the Barnes and Noble and he's trying to give us a hint.
Frankie and Juston having a good time. If you think this looks like fun, just wait until I get a video of them playing with the little basketball hoop.
This is a pretty typical mealtime. Does anyone have practical advice on how to get a child to not throw food all over the place?
This is what we call a pug muffin top, not to be confused with a human muffin top. I will not be posting a photo of mine on the interweb. Sorry.
And as one last thought, is anyone else really upset that Danny Noriega got 'voted' off of American Idol last night? He was the only one that was any fun to watch, which means that the rest of the season is going to be a snooze fest. I'm subsequently removing it from its current 'series recording' status on my DVR - no point to watch anymore.
Nothing photo worthy has happened in the past week. Well, we got our clawfoot tub, but it was night and I wasn't able to take a decent photo of it. I'll definitely put one up in the next couple of days because I *love* it. I also bought a pair of stained glass windows for the guest bath on ebay yesterday, so I'll let you have a peek at those.
We're going to put them next to each other to make the illusion of one window, just above the clawfoot tub. I'm really excited about it; I think it's going to look great! And we'll have to have people over so that the bathroom can get some use since we're spending oodles of cash on it.
I'm a fan of free stuff, especially when said free stuff is ice cream! This Saturday, March 1, Bruster's is having "PJ Weekend" - essentially if you show up in your PJs, you get a free waffle cone with a scoop of ice cream. You can SO count me in. Then again, I'll happily wear my pajamas anywhere. Am I the only person that was disappointed when they got to college and found out that people didn't wear pajamas to their 8 AM classes? Why on earth do people do full hair and makeup that early?
Bathtime is fun time, or such is what Frankie would have you believe. Judge for yourselves.
The brushing of teeth is a finely-honed skill. We're still working on mastering it, but in the mean time, it sure is fun to chew on the toothbrush!
This is what happens when the splashing gets a bit out of control.
Wet.
Why does my child adore Teletubbies? I mean, we're verging on an obsession. First thing in the morning 'baby, baby', later in the day 'baby, baby', last thing before bedtime 'baby, baby.' What is the power of that baby in the sun and why has it taken hold of my child?
Why is it, that a child will happily attend ward nursery up until his or her eighteen-month mark and after that all hell breaks loose?
Do you have any more questions that baffle the universe?
Juston knocked down an entire chimney flue and fireplace. It took a couple of days and a couple of missionaries to get it down and get all of the bricks out of the house so that we can do the plumbing in the bathroom this week. There's lots of muscle lying on the floor there.
There was a fireplace behind that wall at one point. Now it's just a hole in the wall!
We also knocked out the circa 1980 brick fireplace that was plaguing the living room. Thanks, Elders! This area will soon house an antique 7 foot tall oak mantle, which will be much prettier.
If it's not one thing, it's another. Frankie developed pink eye sometime on Sunday, so we're pretty much hanging at the house and trying to avoid any other children. I'm not sure how he caught it, but also not surprised.
The eyes on the face....they are pink!
Frankie gets creative and makes fork sculptures during lunch. Physics master, indeed! Eating with them is an entirely different story, but they are more fun this way.
If you wanna take a ride with Frankie....
So, the other day I was in the other room, exercising ye olde elbow grease, and I noticed that it got very very quiet. Those of you with kids and dogs know that this is not necessarily a good thing unless it's nap time. I walked into my bedroom and found that Frankie had found the bag of - count 'em - 1,000 q-tips and dumped them onto the bedroom floor. Bridget was feasting on said q-tips at an alarming rate. See, Juston? This is what happens when I try to clean. The children undermine any attempt I make by creating a bigger mess in another room.
He makes it look like he's actually enjoying destroying all of my (decidedly little) hard work!
The consolation prize? At least he wasn't smearing mud (or worse, poop) around in my carpet.
And for what it's worth, the incriminating video of me singing Beyonce while playing Karaoke Revolution this weekend will *NOT* make onto this blog.
Since we're the adults and Frankie is the child, we can humiliate him without his consent. We had a 'very spiritual' Young Men's Super Bowl party on Sunday, and to add to the spiritual nature of the event, we decided that we needed to paint someone's chest. We pulled out the washable finger paints and made Frankie a small New York Giants fan (we like to cheer for the underdog.) Everyone else went to political rallies this week, we painted our kid. Behold:
We knew it wouldn't last long.
Yep. It got in the hair. There was some blue bathwater shortly after this event.
This past weekend, Grandpa Ken and Jason came to help us frame up some walls in the house so that we could get a little jump start on the heavy duty renovations of the house. We've made some serious progress and we're now to the stage where we're having to hire people to do the work because it's more advanced than our skill level. Take a look! It's not much yet, but just you wait. This house is going to be awesome.
These walls represent the new location of the guest bathroom. The platform is for our clawfoot tub (we're currently shopping for one).
Jason framed in a closet for all of Frankie's stuff. The old closet space is being converted into part of the master bathroom.
Frankie is a 'fan' of his new room. Haha.
We found another fireplace framed into the wall. We're going to put sledgehammer to brick and remove it to add extra space to the master bathroom/closet. We figure we've already got four fireplaces; do we really need the fifth? Good luck with that one, Juston.
We knocked out a wall at the back. Our kitchen is going to be HUGE.
Jason found this perfectly preserved mouse carcass in the wall of the laundry room. I think we're going to put it in a shadow box frame and hang it in the gallery-style five foot wide hallway.
After all of that hard work, Grandpa took us to Ted's Montana Grill for Bison steaks! Rock on, meat lovers.
Frankie constantly asks for "The Itsy Bitsy Spider." He loves it, even in the most inopportune places. Today, he asked for it during a baby blessing. He asks for it in the bathtub. He asks for it at the store. Here's a video of him asking for it while sitting in the dog's crate. Once again, he goes into the crate on his own. Don't call CPS.
