Three Guesses

It's time for a new contest friends. But first, perhaps, you would like results from the first?

A P.O.C. is a Poop on Command and Kev has mastered the art. Anytime he wants out of his crib he P.O.C.s and then yells "Ahnay! Ahnay!" until one of us rescues his delicate tush from the foul matter.

Since no one who was eligible to win (ahem, Mom!) got the correct answer, two batches of cookies went out - one to a dear reader in Wisconsin and one to my Grandmother.

So, the new contest - can you guess which food prompted the vast array of faces below?









The prize is (again) a dozen decorated cookies to be sent out in a most untimely fashion! Everyone's eligible as long as you weren't present at our house during this meal! Place your guess in the comment box - first correct answer wins!

(And look at that, three days, three posts! Oh my goddess. What is going on!?!?)

La donna et mobile*...

For your viewing pleasure, Dame Amiya giving a command performance of the Sleeping Beauty theme song, complete with tiara and off-tune wailing.

In other news, Mommy's going out tonight and Daddy's got a meeting late at work. Kev's first night with a babysitter. Anyone want to take bets on whether I get to stay out the whole evening?

(*that is not the correct spelling, it's Italian, I'm useless.)

Long time no blog

So, Vinay's been laying a guilt trip on me about not blogging enough. "Kevalin won't have any of his childhood written down." Here I am, ready to blog. But I guess no news is good news, right? Will you buy that?

I spent a quick two days in Wisconsin last weekend to visit my Grandma (paternal). She's not doing well, so I went while she's still with us. Vinay did a fantastic job with the kids all to himself, but did anyone really doubt that he would? And, perhaps most amazing of all, when they came to the airport to get me, both children were in appropriate, coordinated outfits and Amiya's hair was put up in not one, but two, adorable little ponytails! Great job Daddy!

A few other tidbits (or titbits, as Amiya calls them):

Amiya can count to 100 all by herself. Once in a while she'll say something like "sirty-eight, sirty-nine, sirty-ten, oops, I mean forty!...." She's no less proud of this feat than I am - I think it's pretty cool!

She has also graduated from a toddler bike to a big girl bike. She tells me that she went "past Mr. James' house two whole times!!!" while I was in Wisconsin, but she's pretty nervous about it as she fell a few times. We'll keep plugging along. The biggest challenge is that she's concentrating on everything but pedaling. For example, "Mommy, can we go to the pool tomorrow?" "Just pedal, Amiya!" "Mommy, can I call Aubrey to come over and play?" Just pedal, Amiya! "Mommy, can Kev have a fireman birthday next year?" For the love of all that is good and right, JUST PEDAL AMIYA! She's dying for a bell for her bike, but she can't have one until she rides all the way to the park. At this rate the bell might be part of her dowry. Not to be outdone, Kev needed a sweet ride of his own. So we pulled out the tricycle with stationary footrests and a handle for us to push. We strapped on the big bobbleheaded baby helmet and put him on. He stayed just about long enough for us to take a picture. Then it was a no-go. You can check him out in the background of the bike picture.

We recently attended a neighbor's birthday party at a children's gym in the area. Both of our darlings were in their element - Amiya was braving the monkey bars for the first time and Kev was toddling about like he owned the place, especially enjoying preening in front of the mirrors. Kev will probably be going back for more playtime as he is a shy little guy and this was exciting enough for him that it pulled him out of his shell more than anything else has. Perhaps the best part of the trip was that Amiya netted a humonica (harmonica) in her goody bag that went everywhere with us for several days. Nothing like an atonal harmonica song to make that car ride even more interminable. However, it does make Kev laugh and hearing those two giggling together is maybe the best sound in the world.

The Diego obsession has run rampant over our house. Rampant, rampant, rampant. Kev still has no intention of ever saying my name (except Ahnay! when he wants a poopy diaper changed), and yet when Diego is on TV or someone hauls out a Diego book, we hear a very guttaral, yet soft "Go! Go!" That's right, it's not just Amiya who loves this Central American Animal Rescuer, it's also Kev. So, while at the store the other day to find new pajamas for Kev, our attention was naturally called to the Diego selection and both kids were suddenly in great need of new clothes. Unfortunately, the people who market Dora and Diego seem to be a bit sexist in their ways. Dora, it seems, is only for girls and Diego for boys. Diego pajamas galore for Kev, none for Amiya. So, she got a pair of boys pajamas which is really just fine. She looks adorable and they'll pass down to Kev when he's as big as Amiya.

And finally, Kev seems destined for a career in interior design. He is forever remodeling our house. Baskets here, books there. Here you can see where the magazines now should be placed in our house. He also seems to have gone to medical school sometime since birth as, much like old magazines in waiting rooms, he tears the covers off to dispose of them.

My goal this weekend is to blog everyday. Call your bookies - the odds are not in my favor but I will try!

Hoppy Easter!

You may remember Easter last year:

I'm pleased to report that this year was much, much less traumatic for our youngest child. He hunted eggs with the big kids, taking eggs from their baskets and replacing them with eggs of his own or, in true toddler style, highly coveted playground mulch. Kev would rather chew on mulch then chocolate anyday, so his heart was in the right place (I think).

Both Amiya and Kev hunted for eggs on the Wednesday before Easter with our Moms Club and then also Sunday morning with our neighbors. To the left you can see Kev on our lawn (it's dry in Florida). He did a great job finding a few eggs and then lost interest, preferring to pick at the blades of grass. He did enjoy chasing around three "big" girls, though, something about the squeals, I think!

The final Easter picture is of Amiya with her two best buddies, Gabe and Aubrey and all of the little sibs. Trying to get a picture of toddlers and babies all in some semblance of order is like nailing jello to a tree, it just doesn't happen. I especially like Aubrey's face in this one - either someone has a really bad diaper or she had too much candy!