Mo, Ozzy, Marshall, and Malcom taking naps and having fun!

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Fine, I'll Make MyOwn Chair!

Poor Marshall. We have very tall couches and he can't quite climb up on them. One day he found a solution.
He was watching TV and grabbed the wipes box and sat on it.
He sat there for quite a while!

I love it when he does this. He likes to sit and hold his hands behind his back.
Jan 5, 2010


Pull Over and Stop the Vehicle Now!

Grandma and Grandpa McDonald got Marshall this cop car for Christmas. Its just like those red and yellow ones, but much more appropriate for our family! Marshall loves it. These pictures are from a morning when he got up and playing in his car was all he wanted to do.

We stole his binki. Much cuter. :)

Can you tell he's working on teeth?






He still loves this thing. He'll disappear and I'll find him in his room, sitting in his cop car and singing himself a little song.




I can help!

I just realized that this picture looks like we're using newspaper to train our kid like a puppy! Oh man.
What this IS a picture of is after bathtime. Austin was grabbing Marshall some new pj's and Marshall noticed that he needed a diaper for daddy to put on him, so he pulled a huge stack of diapers onto the floor and he's looking for the perfect one, I guess!
January 2, 2010

Why Can't I Live with Nana?

Gigi has requested some pictures, so I thought I'd better get to it! There will be a few posts, so try to be patient with me. :)
Marshall poes not love the snow. He hates that it makes his hands cold and hates mittens too. Maybe he'll like them next winter. He does, however, love the hat mommy made him. Seriously, he wears it around the house with his pj's before bed.
I managed to catch some not sad pictures of him in the snow.
He's digging in the snow for apples. Our tree is an over-achiever. :)
He noticed that he could pile the snow up and make stuff. He enjoyed that for a little while. Then his hands got cold and he cried next to the house. Oh well.

Orcas

Orcas
My hubby loves 'em . . . .