Deja Vu

Remember this?

Today...we did this:

 

A year later this little photo shoot was much more challenging. It required the help of an assistant to dole out m&ms, involved much much silliness, and the subject is mobile now...so there's that. 

 But what a delight.

 Eli suggested he take over as subject.

 Good call Eli.

He insisted he wear only his skivvies like Hazey.

If Amos had not been in the middle of a miraculous and rare actual nap, I would have done him too.

I smell a tradition!

Big 5

Say it with me. 

One.

Three.

FIVE!

Last week we celebrated Dizzy's 5th Birthday. 

Now we have a one year old, a three year old, and a five year old. 

Whoa.

We partied at Bricks4Kids - a lego building place near us. 

Epic success.

 

While the kids built their motorized windmills, Amos distributed plates. He can't be distracted by activities when cake is on the line. 


After an intense sit-in-a-circle-and-listen instruction period, the kids were paired up to construct motorized windmills. One would be the finder and one would be the builder and they would trade off each step.

Truth be told, I thought it was a little above the preschool level. I was wrong. These guys listened and did exactly as they were instructed and you could practically feel the breeze coming off those tiny windmills!

Eli and Leigh showed those little bricks who was boss.

 Fave.

And, fear not Amos...

 Of course. There was cake.

Year 5 for that little birthday boy and his crown. Mama couldn't be prouder.

One, three, five.
Nice ring to it. 

Early Birds

This little pumpkin has been calling to Eli. 

It is the first to be plucked from the patch in Yaya's garden. There are about a dozen still brewing there. But this little guy has been calling to him. 

So today, he answered. 

We found an angry birds template and tool set at target and lo and behold, nearly 5 year old Eli is big enough, dextrous enough and doggone it, he wants to carve his own. 

Holy big kid batman.

So proud.

 Blowing raspberries to extinguish the candle = Hilarious.

Hazel was a bit flummoxed by the whole proposition. 

 

Yes. I know the date. September 16. This pumpkin will be long since rotted before the leaves start to fall. But there's a patch full out back and in the support of excitement, I let Eli follow his carving calling.

And I roasted the first batch of pumpkin seeds. To a crisp! Doh.  

Noooooooo!