Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Breaking our Own Rules, Part I

Dad and the boys
Once or twice a month on Saturday night, we have been taking the boys to the local Pizzeria.  It's a special treat for them because the kitchen does not open until 7 pm, just 1/2 an hour shy of the boys' bedtime.  We arrive as the sun is setting, order a special 'cocktail' for the boys, have a toast, do some coloring, play with pizza dough, and also play on the world's most unsafe playground.

Laird and Dylan know that these evenings are a special treat, and are giddy with excitement and glee.  They love to see the moon and the stars and understand they are up way past their bedtime.

'Mama, Laird loves loves loves loves to go to Sao Brazil', Laird says every time we arrive at the pizzeria.

Every now and then, it's good to break your own rules.

Dylan loves making artwork!

Laird and his 'funny cocktail face'!

The Merry Go Round.

The 'kids' on a double swing.

Happy Laird.

Watching the chef make the pizza.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

15 Seconds

And this is what happens when I step away from the Painting Table to take muffins out of the oven.  One would think I should know better by now...  At least it was washable paint.

(Dylan on left, Laird on the right)

Or better yet, maybe they somehow found out about 'Halloween' and are reacting to not having celebrated this holiday yet!

(Dylan on left, Laird on right)
And here is another gem from this weekend, just a few hours before Dylan vomited repeatedly in the Club Med pool.  Note to self: How do you clear out a packed pool to have some space to yourself?  Bring Dylan.

(Dylan on left again)
And apparently, we have been doing a lot of see-sawing lately.