Highly posed kid photo shoot

She figured it out

And Moss is about as happy about it as he looks. 

Playground snacks

Happy February from CA

Ly goes to the eye doctor

It's CRAZY EYES TIME

Out on the (company) town

Snow moon over Google Pond

Puddin' Head

I recently learned how to make pudding. Suffice to say that I've made pudding a few times. In a completely unexpected turn of events, the kids f***ing love pudding.

Here we see Lyra doing her best impression of a gangster modeling the latest from Cafe Papa:

What do you mean "there's no more" deep breath "pudding"?

It's probably best for everyone if you go ahead and cook up a little more.

Look me in the eyes and understand that more pudding will be made because failure to do so would have consequences.

Seriously, pops. We can do this the easy way... or we can do this the hard way.

Ok, ok. I see that you need me to show sympathy. Let me assure you I will give mom all the sympathy she needs when I am done with you if you do not provide me with additional puddiny goodness.

Oh, I see, you "just found some more". Nice try to save face. You know where my bowl is.

Outward: Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou. I'm soooo sorry I threatened you with the exact things I'd do if you didn't give me some more pudding.
Inward: <I love it when a plan comes together, Sucker.>

Wagons West

I took Moss and Lyra to Columbia Park the other day in the wagon gifted us by Dean Daddy and Gigi.  We ran around, did dangerous things on the body-weight fitness trail equipment, and generally had a nice time on a beautiful day.

After hanging off the 7 foot rings, Moss decided he was down taking a back seat to the wagon action.  He climbed out and announced that he'd be pulling Ly from now on.

After trying several different configurations, he settled on the cutest damn thing he could have done.  Hi-yo, Mossy! Away!

Two Toddlers

She waaaaaaalks.

She waaaaaaaaaaalks.

She waaaaaaaaaaaaalks.

I sliiiiiiiiide!

Another month gone by.

The last 30 days have brought us 3 colds, 4 molars, a broken down car, and a sick dog. But we're doing pretty well anyway. Photo- and videographic evidence:

"Ma, take a picture of the longest train you ever saw! Eeeeeeeeee!!"

Ben has decided Lyra looks like a Doozer when she wears piggietails:

Happy as a clam.

That is baby Ben Trofatter if I ever saw him (which I did not...)

I also really see baby Adam Roush, whom I have seen.

Sick sad teething tired baby.

Other sick sad tired baby, not teething.

She still wanted to practice despite being sick etc.

Feeling a bit better from cold #1.

Moss's selfie game is on point.

His portrait game is not so much on point.

Oh wait yes it is.

Growth spurt, growing "up" rather than "out" for the moment.

Still a bobblehead.

Oh this wagon is everything. Game changer.

My left-handed boy.

"Ma, why does that tree have steps?"

Excavating with excavators.

The goofiest bestest smile.

Oh and this swing. Also a game changer.

"I push Lyra gently on the swing and she laughs."

"Whatcha thinkin bout?"

"I dunno, Lyra stuff I guess."

Mama-Mossie time. It wasn't very crowded at the amusement park, so they let him ride the ladybugs by himself, oh I dunno, 15 times in a row?

Cold #2. "Ma, when I'm a grown-up worker I wanna be a baker digger."

A strange thunderstorm 100 miles away that made the sunset awesome for our chilly walk.

Mommy-Lyra time. This girl will do anything for swing time...

Moss got a scooter. Moss loves the scooter. Moss can't be apart from the scooter.

This is a scooter diaper change.

I made a ridiculous noise so they would all look.

This child loves animals more than anything.

And hugs all animals, no matter what.

If you listen closely, you can hear Lyra say "That's a air... that's a airplane." in the beginning.

Tumblehair.

So much sand. Everywhere the sand.

Everywhere.

Superbowl weekend in Sunnyvale, anyone?

A photo of more happiness than could possibly exist all at once in one place.

Vehicles on the weekend.

Lyra is a Y-Bike model today.

Swing pictures are hard to get.

Swing videos are easier to get. "Two kids are lying (down)." Then Lyra tries to kill herself. As usual.

Cold #3. "Ma, I'm a garden today." He fell asleep about 9 minutes after this. With a flower in his hair.