Boys Will Be Boys, Will Be Boys!

I was sitting on the floor getting little Jonas, who was standing in front of me, dressed. He turns around, aims his butt at me and farts. He turns back around and laughs as I continue to dress him. Lordy! I guess they are born that way.

New Nickname

Kate's new nickname for her brother is:

Toxic Terror Jonas

Thanks Scooby Doo.

The Big Day!

Today was the first Spring training game in the Goodyear Stadium. Cleveland Indians vs. San Francisco Giants. It was a beautiful day for baseball and the field looked fabulous.

John doing the 6th inning drag.

Jonas and the boss's girls with the Cleveland Indians mascot. I think his name is Slider. Possibly the most hideous mascot I have ever seen, but hey, what can you do when the real mascot is named Chief Wahoo?

Kate and Emma

Slider taking a swig from Jonas' sippy.

Kids on the train.





After the game John played with the kids on the wiffle ball field.

We came home sunburned and tired, but it was a perfect baseball day.

Ah, My Little Princess

Kate woke up this morning and came out of her room singing. "Someday I'll be part of your world."

Last Chance

I am making this blog private tomorrow. If you want to be able to read it I need your e-mail. If you already gave me your e-mail, I still have it. If you haven't left your e-mail then this is your last chance. Write a comment and leave the e-mail address. I will not post the comment to the blog, so your e-mail will remain safe. If you are still leery of leaving the e-mail in the comment, drop me an e-mail at mrskawalker at yahoo dot you know the rest.

Where is Your Father?

This is what happens when I try to cook dinner when John is gone. Don't worry. I was standing next to him the entire time. This isn't a result of my neglect, just my hands in ground turkey meat.

Amazing How Little Minds Work

John reported this conversation he had with Kate while he was helping her wipe.

"Dad, do our bodies have tools inside them?"

"Tools for what?"

"Tools for cutting my poop."

I wonder if she was imagining little scissors or something resembling a cigar cutter.