Pastel paranoia

I am afraid of plastic Easter eggs.
This does not stem from some childhood trauma involving a egg hunt stampede, but is a new fear induced by parenthood.
It started out simply enough. I saw the bag of eggs on sale at Target, thought they would be fun for Isaac to open for Easter. Then I thought I would wash the eggs before I put food in them. Then I worried that they might not be made of BPA free plastic, which I couldn't wash away. Then I thought about the lead content. Then I thought
"OH MY GOD, WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?!?"

Yea, I am pretty lucky

Dog toy

No matter what toys Isaac brought her she just didn't want to play. Maybe if he had a steak in his toy box...

Leo sees him as more as a pillow that a play thing. I'd like to think this was some sort of protection instinct, but pretty sure he was just a warm thing to snuggle with.

Random Isaac

Enjoying Valentine's DayPlaying tent with the bed spread

Walking softly, but carrying a big stick

Looking for his belly button

Sending his love

My parental authority...

... is about as strong as Play-Doh

Winter Blossoms

(It's not always about Isaac.) This does not make me want spring any less.

Just as cute going as coming

Mommy Time

Everyone remembers when they were a kid and the week before Christmas seemed to last a month, or the ride to Lagoon took fooooreeever. Then time seems to speed up when we are adults. Either we are more patient or maybe just tell time better.

Well Isaac has taught me about Mommy Time. The most noticeable for me is nap time. He sleeps an hour and a half to two. This is the length of most movies, a drive to Idaho, a coat of paint to dry and many other productive things. However, I feel like I surf the net for 10 minutes and the next thing you know he is stirring. I look at the clock and am surprised to see it has been more than an hour.
While this time speeds by, some days (those with lots of whining, usually) that last half of an hour before Owen gets home takes as long as the ride to Lagoon for an seven-year-old.

I didn't dare take a picture of him napping and risk disturbing his sweet slumber.

Walking in a Winter Wonderland

Well we were cutting it close. But we finally made it. The snow was falling softly. The lights were bright and the cocoa was hot.

Isn't this why people have kids?

...And I thought we would have to wait until he was older