Wordless Wednesday: Love-Love

The Rest of the Park

You may be wondering why it seems like these are all the same picture, shot from the same angle. Ev and I had parked ourselves on the only shady patch of mulch in the whole park. We couldn't move, couldn't even stretch, for fear of getting too much sun on that baby skin.

Plus it was really hot.

The Best I Could Do

While at the park today, I decided I wanted a picture of us. I didn't have high expectations for this picture, obviously we wouldn't all be smiling as I'm the only person in the group who is capable of smiling on demand. I wasn't even concerned with having all of us look at the camera, with three pairs of eyes there was bound to be at least one that was closed. All I hoped for was a photo of all three of us facing the camera.

And there you have it. All three of us facing the camera. It was the best I could do.

Madelynn the Fisherman

When Daddy came home with his fishing license and a Dora the Explorer fishing pole, Mads couldn't wait to hit the Dam.

She "caught" the only purple, plastic fish in the water, which is better than what her Daddy caught (he caught no purple, plastic fish at all). And Ev? Well Evelynn did what she does best:

She blended in with the scenery.

When Hunger Strikes

I step away for thirteen seconds to change Evelynn's hundredth poop diaper of the week and this is what I return to.

Daddy: Oh no! Madelynn! You have to cook it first!

Madelynn: It's egg, Daddy. It's weely gwose. Weely gwose egg, Daddy.

No shit. She bit into a raw egg! That's really, really gross.

When PJs Attack

I step away for thirteen seconds to get Mads a band-aid for her hundredth imaginary wound of the week and this is what I return to.

Eve slid down the pillow but the baby gown stayed in place, almost devouring her whole head. She looks absolutely terrified, right?

My first thought was, "Oh, that's so freakin' cute." My next thought was, "I really miss playing Beavis and Butt-head on Super Nintendo." I should have titled this post The Great Cornholio. Sorry, Ev.

Best Friends

This friendship is hit or miss. One day they're inseparable, holding hands and running wild while their Mamas follow at their heels. The next day, they're pushing and hitting, whining and crying, driving their Mamas up the wall. Today was a good day.

The next day, they hated each other.

And P.S. I want these curls for myself.