The spaghetti apocalypse

The real apocalypse was on the floor, but I didn't get a picture of that.

He knew he had bested me.  Here he is, declaring victory over my broken spirit.

Scenes from a fun weekend with NanaB & GrandDad

Cheering the Michigan State Spartans on to victory:

At Lucky Ladd Farms:

Giggling at the ducks:

Posing as a cow:

Driving his first tractor:

Measuring up:

At our favorite little park:

Carving pumpkins:

Had to get this shot quickly before tornado warning sirens went off due to a wild storm:

GrandDad and his Mini Me:

After his first professional haircut:

And finally, after a particularly yummy chocolate ice cream cone:

We had a great weekend, NanaB and GrandDad!  See you at Thanksgiving!

Dressing up like Mommy

I'm not saying I wear a baseball cap and tennis shoes every day to take Charlie Jo to school, but let's just say her teachers aren't really sure if I shower more than once a week.  Here is Charlie, modeling Mommy's regular fashion statement (I wear the hat on forward, though).

GET OFF OF THERE, YOU LITTLE TWERP!

Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised about this.  As you may recall, Charlotte shared the same tendencies, had a lot to say about how to load a dishwasher, and pulled the same trick at Grandma JoJo and Grandpa Spike's house when she was just about the same age.

Brushing Daddy's Teeth

Every night, we ask Charlotte to brush her own teeth. When she's done brushing, then we "check" her teeth. "Check," as used herein, is defined as "continue to brush."

Charlotte, however, now insists that she get to check my teeth after I brush.


If I do not open my mouth wide enough, then she shows me how.


After she's done checking my teeth, she always tells me I did a good job.

Magnum P.I. is on the case!

A post by Peter, aka Peter Knievel

Woo hoo!  Mom and Dad took me and Charlie Jo to the park after dinner tonight!!  This was the first time I ever climbed up the stairs all by myself.  I'm such a little daredevil.

Check out this HUGE slide!  I'm totally going to conquer it!

(With Daddy's help, of course...)

Zoinks -- that wasn't everything I hoped and dreamed.  Kind of disturbing, actually.

Meanwhile, my looney sister is careening down all sorts of crazy slides.  How does she DO that?

Mom and Dad had the bright idea to have Charlie Jo slide down with me.  I think they hoped some of her sliding prowess would rub off on me.  I knew it was a bogus idea from the start, though.

Yup - just as I suspected.  The ride ended with my legs tangled under CJ's legs.  SO not cool.

But THEN, Mom had a brain flash and taught me to go down backward on my tummy.  I went down over and over and over and over again.  All Daddy had to do was put me back up on the platform and I turned myself around and pushed myself back down without any help from the 'rents.  I must have done it 25 times.  (Somebody remind Mommy to put me in a onesie next time so my bare tummy doesn't stick each time when my shirt rides up as I hurtle down the slide.)

Afterward, I needed a little swing time with my favorite gals.  Even a daredevil such as myself needs some rest and relaxation to end the day.

I fell asleep before I even finished my evening bottle.  Death-defying stunts are hard work for a 10-month-old!

Fall day in the Cannon'hood

You couldn't have asked for better weather than we had yesterday. It was gorgeous, so we took the kids and Connie the dog out to the open space to run/crawl off a little energy. We used the wagon (Corey's Christmas present) to haul all of the essential gear -- two kids, snacks, drinks, and of course, a "kick-kick ball".