Then I HAD babies.
And realized maybe not so much.
See, I'm really liking the stage we're to now where every meal doesn't end looking like this, even when I let them feed themselves with minimal supervision.
|Kristina and mashed potatoes, 14 months|
|Adrianna sleeping in the moby wrap at the park, 15 weeks|
|Kristina jumped a poopy mess, 4 months|
|Adrianna in her carseat, 3 months, with big sister Kristina, 2 1/2 years|
|Kristina in the tub, 6 months|
I'm liking the stage where the house isn't covered by large hard to move baby toys that take up three times as much space as the actual baby does.
(Although in full disclaimer, now the house is just covered by tricycles, toy kitchens, and trampolines.)
|Adrianna in her exersaucer, 5 months|
|Kristina napping with Mommy, 8 months|
And I'm really really liking the stage where giving them delicious chocolate is a totally reasonable (and on some occasions, almost expected!) thing to do.
|Adrianna eating Ghirardelli chocolate, 7 months|
[AND on a completely unrelated side note, I also fixed the video imbedding from yesterdays post so now it should even, like, work.... crazy stuff, I know, but if you didn't watch the slightly off color awesomeness of Robot Chicken before you totally should.]