Max. Also Boogers.

Max keeps weaseling his way into bed with me every night.

I could act oblivious and say that I don't know how it happens but it goes something like this: Max wakes up sometime after midnight and sometime before three. Max screams "Mama!", then waits another minute and screams "Mommy!". I sit in bed and think that, this time, I will ignore him, but then I hear his squeaky little voice yell out "Mama!" one more time and, before I know what's happened, I'm carrying a bundle of blonde hair and blankets into my bed and for the rest of the night, I'm sandwiched between a snoring baby and a toddler who says "I cuddle, Mama! I cuddle!" followed up by "Watch Super Why!" every few minutes (until, of course, I give in and we both fall asleep watching Super Why).

Sometimes, though, Max likes to surprise me and, instead of asking to watch a show, he tells me about his day and about his baby and about his bed and and about dinosaurs and about elephants and giraffes and zebras and hedgehogs and cats and Uncle David and Pops and about how he loves sleeping in Mommy's bed and how Daddy's at work and about how he's fascinated with everything in the entire world because he's two and everything is interesting (my words, not his).

But! Two nights ago he surprised me even more when I felt a little finger on the back of my pillow and I heard a little voice say "A booger, Mama. A BOOGER."

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I have to stop writing this because the memory makes me laugh so hard I can't even see the computer screen.
Two is fun, y'all!
(And full of boogers)

Thanksgiving Week Instagrams and the Case of the Missing Rolls.

First off, this is who I'm snuggling with tonight:



I'm helping out my parents for the next few days, meaning Henry is my one and only snuggle buddy. And if you want the honest truth? He may be the best baby cuddler who has ever existed. I mean, Max loved cuddling as a baby and his cuddles were absolutely heavenly, but he liked it for five or ten minutes and then scooted away from us (well, unless he was looking for boobs) and took up the entire middle of the bed. Henry, on the other hand, starts cuddling and five minutes later he's somehow underneath you and on top of you at the same time. Also, he breathes heavier than a ninety-year-old. You can hear him across the room.

That's not what I'm going to talk about tonight, though.
Tonight I'm going to talk about Maxwell and the Case of the Missing Rolls.
After these Thanksgiving Week Instagrams (for posterity, of course! also for me.):

Now that we've got that out of the way, on Thanksgiving we didn't make paper hats or indulge in pinterest worthy crafts. Nope! On Thanksgiving, we watched football and wore stretchy pants and the kids ran around like hooligans in the backyard as a parent sat on the patio yelling at them to not come close to the turkey fryer. We also ate chocolate chip cookies before dinner, but right before we began to indulge in the cookies, my mom sent Anna to get the uncooked yeast rolls (my mom's rolls are famous) that were hanging out by the fireplace.

Which is when Anna said, "Mom. Come here."
To which my mom responded, "What is it?"
Anna: "You just... need to come here."
Mom: "Just tell me!" (she was busy cooking).

And then Anna brought over a pan of rolls and half of them were missing. Then she brought another and another and all of them had missing rolls. We counted (well- my mom, Anna, and Joy counted and I sat nursing) and fifteen rolls were missing. Fifteen!! We then decided that the only logical explanation for the missing rolls were our overzealous dogs who wanted in on some early Thanksgiving action, even though the saran wrap wasn't crinkled.

We looked up what happens to dogs that eat uncooked yeast rolls (apparently there is an urban legend about this!) and after frantic phone calls to our vets and emergency vets, we ended up giving the dogs medicine to make them throw up. Hours went by and nothing really happened to the dogs- they felt bloated, then the bloating went away and we kept saying "How did they eat so many rolls?!".

That's when the toilet overflowed.
And overflowed again.
And again.
With nothing in it.

And that's when my dad asked Max to flush the toilet. Max flushed the toilet and when my dad asked him if he flushed down the rolls, he smiled and said "Yeahhh."

Later, we asked him if his cousins had flushed the rolls, to which he said "no" and giggled. When we asked if it was him, he said "yeahhh!" some more. And that's when we remembered that Max had tried an uncooked roll and pulled a face before he got in trouble because he thought they were gross. He just wanted to get rid of the bad food! So, he fed them to the toilet (and yes! also to the dogs! I'll spare you the details). He was seriously pleased with himself. I love that boy.

PS. We've found three rolls underneath three pieces of furniture, so really this should be called Maxwell and the Dogs and the Case of the Missing Rolls. Those three are a team!

P.P.S. We taught Max how to honk the car horn this weekend. Judge us.

Henry's Baby Blessing

I should probably post about Thanksgiving and the case of the missing rolls, but instead I'm going to post these photos from Henry's baby blessing and call it a blogging day. Henry was blessed this past Friday by his daddy and it was wonderful. I never really thought about baby blessings being exciting until I had my own babies, but at both of my kids' blessings, I kinda ran around like an excited mad woman beforehand. I didn't even bother to put on shoes this time around. 

We bless our babies at home (well, at homes owned by loved ones) and, this time around, we blessed our new babe at my aunt and uncle's house... and then we ate ice cream. His blessing was short and sweet and lovely and I'm excited to see what life has in store for our little faux-hawk lover.

And so! Pictures!

Our 4 Person (!!!) Fam:

Other Family Members Who Love Our Bibbed Babe:

Noah and David, my brothers who wanted a photo and then did this:

David's eating salad; Noah's eating ice cream. Go figure.

And Max getting in trouble for swinging on the railing:

Yes. He is wearing rainboots with suspenders. Homeboy has effortless fashion sense. He gets it from me. Also, did I mention we were the first out the door afterwards because I forgot the diaper wipes but had stuffed my bag with, like, seven diapers? Welcome to my life. I also found cheese in the pantry the other day but that's a secret.

Body Heat and Cute Pictures and Thankfulness Too!

I currently have a baby curled up at my legs and a toddler curled up on my side. And, you guys, babies but off a lot of body heat. I have on a tank top and leggings and my hair is pulled up and I am still sweating up a storm. Good thing they're cute, right?

These were taken a few days ago when Max proclaimed my old teddy bear (seriously- that thing is old) his baby and he mimicked everything Henry and I did with his baby bear. Max is at such a fun age! I never thought copying could be so cute! I mean, sure, sometimes his "I do it myself, Mommy!" drives me bonkers and sometimes he reminds me of Matilda when, thirty minutes before lunch, he'll pull a chair up to the freezer, pull out a bag of corn, and dump it into a bowl he's pulled out of the cabinet and chow down on frozen kernels while looking insanely proud of himself- all of which he's done while blissfully unaware that I'm watching him from a few feet away. His age is insane and loud and emotional and full of melt downs and a lot of chaos and I love it.

And Henry's age? It's really, really cute. He blows bubbles! He smiles when he farts and when he hears women sweet talking! He goes cross eyed while staring! I love it. It's chaos.

It's wonderful- and I say that with a headache and a runny nose and ears full of two kids snoring and full knowledge that I should be asleep right now.

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Just Some Instagrams as of Late

I never pictured myself as that annoying mom who says "They're growing up too fast!" at a drop of a hat, but my soul, these boys are growing up so, so, so fast! Like, I cried when I downloaded these photographs because I am a sap. Also because I can't believe the year is almost over. Hug your babies. They grow up too fast!

Yep. Totally said that twice in, um, five sentences.

I have become that mom. Just wait until they start kindergarten. It'll be like they're welcoming their third born or something.

Also, my boys are cute, right? SO cute!