I put the stroller in the sun for a better shot of their faces.
But the title of this post applies in part to another sleeping problem for Max. He got out of bed twice last night. What's the deal? He always has gone 7p-7a with no problems. JB caught him last night the first time. We thought it was an intruder -- it scared me half to death. Then at 1 AM I caught him dragging his blanket to the couch just like it was morning. He never said anything each time he got out of bed though. Also, JB and I both have gone in there to retrieve a hungry Ben in the past and have found Max sleeping on the floor next to his bed. "Cover me up," he'll mumble.His other adventures the past three days have been sad -- three big bonks in a row. He fell off the rope ladder at the elementary school playground on Friday and got a big rope burn/bruise on his neck. It's now yellow and red and not pretty. Then in nursery on Sunday he ran into the head of another child. I'm sure he saw stars, because his nose is bruised. Then later Sunday he slipped on our hardwood floor and bonked the front door. He's got a big goose egg and cut on his forehead. But he's been such a trooper about it all. He'll sometimes look in the mirror to check how his hurts are doing.



Ben's pretty tough, but Max is bigger every day. What's next, talks called "Don't hit/kick/tease/lick/paint/color or flick your brother"? We did have the talk about biting but I really just think Max wanted to see what would happen. He hasn't done it since.








By the way Ben grabbed my laptop keyboard and ripped the tops of two letters off. "J" and "B" now take some concentration and pressing down. Too bad that's the name of my husband!

Suddenly I was intrigued! JB and I have seen all of the first two seasons over and over, because Max watches them everyday. But now, a new episode, with someone I recognize from one of my favorite reality shows. I'm not sure if Shane Sparks wants it known he was on a show with a hip-hop dancing man in a bear costume teaching children life-lessons. In the episode, Hip Hop Harry recruited Shane to teach a level 3 hip hop class to the new girl who only knew ballet. The life-lesson here: everybody can learn something new. And hip hop dancing is cooler than ballet.


Here's Ben at the party feeling for those teeth. Two pearly whites on the bottom!
JB the proud dad with his two boys and his proud dad.
On the way out I looked over at the returns counter and saw something tall and leafy. I really do not have a green thumb (I once killed a house plant -- the type everybody says you can't kill), and I had no idea if these tall leafy green plants were cantalope or rose bushes but I asked the girl if anyone had returned some tomatoes. Perhaps they really didn't want to grow their own tomatoes but got caught up in the whole "The grocery store tomatoes probably have salmonella, I'll grow my own!" Sure enough, she said someone had just returned them. They gave them to us at a discount. Yippee!



Look at this big smile even though he just spit up all over his shirt and my dress.