Joy to the World

Three Boy Burrito

The boy to lap ratio is getting out of hand!

All smiles at breakfast today. You might get one of these great fake ones on your Christmas card this year!

Being a serious sort of guy, Peter typically looks like the picture above. Once in awhile he breaks out the smiles and giggles, especially for Joel.

Baby, it's cold outside.

A rare moment of affection.

We start training them young around here to watch TV. Peter is getting good at it already.

I've started cooking again!

After Peter's birth, we were given many meals and some for the freezer too. Now that those are gone, we're back to reality....hence, tonight's conversation just now:

Me: Put that pan outside and hope that the possums eat it.
Joel: There's no way possums would eat this.

Too bad I can't remember what the boys said when I tried to force them to eat it ("It" was stinky bean soup that burned on the bottom and yet the beans were uncooked). They said something pretty complicated like "yuck". Joel later told me that when he walked in the door after work he thought it smelled like I was draining an abscess somewhere in the house.