Hand Fed

I mentioned this before but my sweet little boys still like to feed Pogo her food.

You know how you hold your mouth open unconsciously when you're spoon-feeding a baby to "encourage" the baby to do the same? I guess it's not just a mom thing.

Pay no attention to the messy kid table behind the action. That's how they let their creative juices flow.

That Pogo, she could just lounge on rug while her little serflings hand fed her like a gluttonous queen.

Which to choose?

And then they finally run off to do something else. Pogo's confused. How am I going to get food now?

Paintbrush

We've been doing some painting round these parts. In fact, we switched the boys' room completely. Except for one sad wake-up the first night, they've been loving the new surroundings.

I've discovered the wonders of the angled brush for painting edges. Ah, what a world of difference it's made.

Liam instead likes it for face tickling.

Dash prefers the foot stroke.

Everyone has their own technique.

Popsicle Outside?

What better way to cap a summer day than by enjoying a tasty popsicle on the front porch?

The juice drips everywhere but they don't care. From the first time we tried it, the boys daily (and so many times a day) suggest, "popsicle outside?" In fact, they're probably going to look at this post 40 times today and bring me the popsicle box just as many times.

But, golly, they sure do enjoy their little treat, don't they? As long as I can pop them into the tub right after, enjoy those popsicles, boys!

Soak

Dashiell-potamus just looooves to lay down in the tub these days. Water in the ears, hair floating around, the whole thing.

Leemy Bean pretty much only tries it every now and then just because his brother's doing it. But never much more than a quick dip.

See? They don't do everything the same.