Adventures in Motherhood

Here are some random pictures just for Crystal, who told me it was time to update my blog. Too true. Hopefully I will have time to put up something with substance and better pictures later this week.


Ryker thinks he's a big boy. He thinks this, and yet he forgets that I am the mother and I get to say when he's allowed to grow up. Oh, wait. It doesn't work that way? That's too bad.
He likes to pull himself up on the furniture now. His favorite place to stand is at the gate to the kitchen, because when he shakes the bars they make this awesome rattling noise, and it isn't annoying at all. Not at all.

Here we see that Anicka has discovered the wonder of milk bubbles. I actually don't care if she blows bubbles in her milk, as long as she drinks most of it and doesn't get it all over the carpet, which is good, because since I took a picture of her doing it she now considers this Acceptable Behavior.
Anicka sure loves to play with her brother. When she's not trying to pick him up and put him in her doll stroller or piling every one of her stuffed animals on top of him, they usually play "build 'em up and knock 'em down" which can result in either gales of laughter or earsplitting screams, depending on whether Anicka was finished building 'em up before Ryker knocked 'em down.


And here we have documentation of Ryker's first trip into the laundry area. He noticed that Mom was spending an awful lot of time over in a certain part of the hallway one day, and decided to explore.

(What's so interesting about this thing, anyway?)

(This really isn't all that exciting, mom.)

(Hey, look! A sock! Nom nom nom)

There never was a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him asleep. -Ralph Waldo Emerson