Mr. Handsome

Tonight Benton was crawling into the kitchen to visit Peter who was doing the dishes. Monica was trying to distract Benton and called, "Where you going, Mr. Handsome?" Peter said, "I'm in the kitchen."
Maybe you had to be there.
But here are some pictures.

Granola

Brita's been snitching granola all morning. I told her to stop touching it. She asked why. I told her that we shouldn't touch other people's food and that it is for the cousins when they come. Brita said, "It's for the cousins?!? Can they share with me? Is it for a party?!?"
Who knew granola was so exciting?

What do you want to do?

Brita just now: What do you want to do, Mom? You can go in the living room and play.. Or play a game.. Or go outside and pull bindweed. What do you want to do?

At least I know my options.

Unimpressed

Last night as we were watching fireworks:

Peter: "Wow! Look at that one!"
Brita: "Can I have some more snacks?"

It took us a while to decide where to go for fireworks. We went to a spot off the highway, hoping to see both the Magna and Salt Lake shows, but it wasn't that great a view, and the mosquitoes were pretty bad. Everyone was getting grumpy in the hot car, so we ended up driving down towards the Magna Park. There was a church parking lot many people had gathered in, so we watched on the lawn there.

It was pretty neat.

It's starting

Brita asked "why" at least six times about the same question tonight at dinner. Why? Why?

Walking and crawling

Benton is getting around like crazy these days. I left him happily pulling stickers off the wall a minute ago and Brita just informed me that he was hiding in the bathroom now. That kid is quick.

He also claps now. A couple weeks ago he wanted to learn. A few days later he finally got volume and now he's a great not-on-demand clapper. I'm so proud.

He also says "Mom". And he's working on the letter "L" today. Such a smart kid.

Musicals

Brita watches quite a few musicals. Or rather, she watches a few musicals quite a few times. Because of that she comes up with great things to say every so often.

I gave her lunch today and she said, "That smells good enough to eat."

She often says that she wants to make the most of things. Like when she's in the back of the car on the way to the library, she'll come out with, "I want to make the most of it!" Which of course she follows up with, "Will you help me, Rosemary? What makes you think I know anything about.. You're the world champion." It's so fun to get the memorized dialog from a two year old.

She says lots more, but I can't think of any right now because I have allergy brain.

Stupid question

Anybody know what to do when all the thread just accumulates down in the bobbin area and gets all messed up when you're trying to sew? It also does that thing where there's tons of thread on the bottom side of the fabric getting all nasty and the top thread is normal looking. It's kind of to the point where it can't even sew, though, because of the problem I mentioned first. And I know I've fixed it before, but it's frustrating and I just want someone to tell me what to do.

So tell me what to do, okay?

Laziness

It's like all the blogs I read are conspiring to get me to clean my house. Come on, people, Post something new. Or tell me about your blog so I can read it instead of mopping the kitchen.

Future spies..or just future busybodies

One of Brita and Benton's favorite things to do is sit on the couch and look out the window. It makes them happy about 98% of the time. Getting them down makes them sad about 45% of the time. They like to watch the cars and the people who walk past.
Brita also likes to wave but she prefers to do that outside where she can run the people down while waving at them.

(Brita is holding up the sides of her mouth in this picture to smile.)