Baby parts!

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A N D R E W

Yesterday was Liz's birthday (I think she turned 26 this year). After I picked the boys up from school, we stopped at the store to pick up her birthday presents -- 1 bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, 2 cards, 1 arrangement of roses, and 1 red velvet cake. I asked Andrew to write his name in the card and, after only prompting each letter, he came really, really close. Matthew ... not so much, though. He did drool really well!


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Andrew keeps asking for this shot

I don't know how many shots I have taken recently of Andrew leaning into Matthew's personal space. Every time I pick up the camera he runs over to Matthew and says, "Take a picture to me next to Matthew!" (He is prepositionally challenged right now.)


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To go along with yesterday's post

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I posted this yesterday, but Blogger had an error

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What?

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Kisses

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Backyard portraits

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How'd I get so lucky?

To have the two most beautiful boys in the world?




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Andrew Pics!

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Sleeping Yogi

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Almost smiling at his big brother

Andrew still gets all the smiles from Matthew.



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Some kids have imaginary friends.

Mine has an imaginary truck.

I have no idea where this came from. Andrew has been doing this for months now. Whenever we mention something about a car, he starts to chat on and on about his truck. When Liz's car was in the shop for an oil change and we all squeezed into my car; "My truck is big." When he points out a car that is roughly the same color as one of ours; "My truck is red." (Always red, too.)

A truck like this can't be stored in any normal manner. Oh no, a garage isn't good enough for a big, red truck. He parks his truck in its own "truck house." This place is amazing. It has anything you could ever want. When he asked for a specific piece of candy which we didn't have; "My truck house has candy." When we were outside playing with the dog and heard a cat; "I have a cat at my truck house. A cat and a dog and fish and a squirrel and birds (anything that happened to flit through his field of view.

Why a truck? I hate trucks. We'll never own a truck. Please don't bring up the Well-you-do-live-in-Texas thing.

At least he's exploring his creativity, I guess.
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Oh, happy boy

Matthew smiles for Mommy



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Aren't little boys great?

They are at least bullet-proof. Just yesterday, Andrew had a black-eye, a skinned knee, and a scraped elbow. The scrapes were driveway-running accidents and the black-eye was a brutal Kool-Aid injury.

Liz was making Kool-Aid the other day and was trying to hide it from Andrew. I don't know why she was even trying, he sees all. He saw her and asked to stir it, which is exactly what she was trying to avoid. Well, after she put the pitcher in front of him on the kitchen table, he stood on his chair to get at the proper stirring angle. He's done this thousands of times before, a mere hundred or so just during last night's dinner (a story for another time). This time, though, his foot slipped and he fell straight into the wooden spoon handle. He jabbed his cheek and darkened his eye. Who knew the hazards of Kool-Aid? There should be a warning or something.





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Tired little boy.

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I always thought black labs were kind of cool.

Not worth crying over.





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Goofing around with the camera

I was taking pictures of the two of them the other day and Andrew started mugging for the camera. Hilarity ensued.






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Mommy and Matthew

He moved a little too quickly for this one, but I still like it.


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Mom! He keeps hitting me!

I tried to take some pictures of the two of them in the Boppy pillow. Andrew kept closing his eyes and Matthew kept hitting him. These are the best of those shots.




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I can stand!

At about this same point in time, we took a picture of Andrew standing on our bed in this same outfit. We thought it only appropriate to do the same for Matthew.




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