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

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Its a tough world . . .

Marshall is right at that age where he still needs a nap, but doesn't want one. With a baby around, a nap is not always easy to enforce . . . so sometimes it gets skipped. On this particular day, he just wouldn't nap, so I quit trying about 4:30. At dinner time he was crying in his rice because he didn't want to fall asleep. I let him out of his booster and he started to play with balls on the floor in the kitchen. I noticed he was really quiet, so I went in to check on him and this is what we found . . .

Poor baby! He curled up on the rug under the sink and passed out! Some lessons are learned the hard way.

October 7, 2010

Baby Blue Eyes . . .

I'm a Butchart, so I was bound to get a blue eyed boy eventually!
Malcom enjoying his favorite part of the day . . . "naked time". He was smiling but he still gets completely thrown off by the flash and back in early October, it was super challenging to get a picture of him grinning!

On the whale quilt Nana made for him. With the cocoa butter I use for EVERYTHING . . .


Silly drooly baby!


I love the look on his face in this picture. Its the look he always gives me right before he smiles.
October 4, 2010



I can play the piano . . . WITH MY FEET!

A pretty typical Marshall photo session . . . .
We have tried and tries to convince him that little boys do NOT belong on top of the piano, but with the piano conveniently located behind the couch and no other spot for it in our house, we've lost that battle. Marshall really enjoys playing it with his feet. ESPECIALLY when baby brother is trying to sleep!

Mom, I'm a little busy here.


Fine, take the pictures, but I am ignoring you.

But I am also totally aware that I have Mom's undivided attention!

This is my "Smile for Nana!" grin.


And now, Marshall would like a turn with the camera!
October 4, 2010
(I'm catching up on photos but I have 2 SD cards . . . I'm sorry if things get a little out of order!)






Orcas

Orcas
My hubby loves 'em . . . .