Jason and Daddy in the tent.
For breakfast, we made Jason French toast, a sliced banana, and a cup of chocolate milk. Parenting at its finest.
Sugar, with a side of sugar, and a glass of sugar.
After Jason's nap, we decided it would be nice to take the boys out to lunch. I hope they both had a great time, because we will not be doing that again until they're in their twenties. We took them to Red Robin, because it is one step up from Chuck E Cheese as far as atmosphere is concerned, so we figured we'd just blend in with the rest of the chaos.
I managed to get pictures of the only five seconds of lunch that Jason was not yelling or dumping bowls of orange slices on Dave's lap. Also, Thomas was doing this really charming imitation of Jason's screams that sounded like this: "haaaaaWOOOOOOOO!!!" We were easily the loudest and shriek-iest family there. We ate as fast as possible, left our waitress an enormous tip, and ran the hell out of there, with orange slices squishing under our feet.
I did not plan a party for Jason this year, but we did have cake.
No, I did not make it myself. I hope he's not scarred for life.
On the same day that Jason turned two, Thomas turned four months old!
Self-soothing.
There really has never been a sweeter baby than Thomas. All he wants to do is look around at his family and smile. He loves to flip himself from back to stomach. He laughs when we tickle his belly. Even when he cries, it's sweet. It's like he's saying "Mommy, when you get a minute, I need a small snack, if it's not too much trouble. I'm sorry to bug you, I know you're busy. I'll stop crying now!" He's just a joy.
Note the string of drool. I think he's teething because he's been marginally more cranky and clingy the past few days.
This month, we can start Thomas on cereal! And we bought Jason a little seat for the potty, so we can start training him soon!