Dawson Egg Hunt

While Mommy and Gigi attended a party for Iss and A.J. this morning, Grumpy and Daddy took the kiddos to the egg hunt at Grumpy's church.  Looks like they had lots of fun!

 Not sure what S is pouting about here...

But it looks like the pout wasn't permanent.

Day Trip to "Tuxcalooska"

I took the kids down to Tuscaloosa for the Rebels v. Tide baseball game on Friday night.  We met Daddy at his work and checked out his office, where we got to color.

We drove around town and showed the kids Mommy's "new work."  Then we ate some supper and went to the ballpark.  We made it through 4 innings, thanks in part to the popcorn and Sprite.

The Rebels pulled it out and beat the Tide--but we were sacked out in car seats on the drive home long before the game ended.

Sopapillas with Uncle Ken

Uncle Ken and Aunt Susan came over last weekend and brought dinner...AND they brought the supplies to make sopapillas with the kids.  Brave, right?  

The kids loved making dessert, and Uncle Ken was very patient with them.

(Forgive the crummy picture quality--Mommy was relying on her phone)

 

Day at the Zoo

Nana came to visit us last week for a few days.  We had a fun visit with her, and she and Jason took the kids to the zoo on Tuesday!

 The zoo has a new Africa exhibit, featuring elephants!

 ...who apparently like to eat carrots.

 This is an elephant tooth.

Of course, they also rode the train.

AND the lions had 5 cubs!

Watching the sea lion splash show.

Dear Brooks,

I know what you must have heard.  You're two now.  It's time to let us know your opinion about everything.  Time to perfect your fit-throwing in public places so that you get the maximum return on your energy.  Time to use your words selectively so that you can very clearly instruct me what song you'd like in the car, when to give you your milk cup (which remarkably is always "NOW!"), and which of your sisters has last offended you.  Also time to turn your new language skills to mush when it is more convenient to simply grow red-faced and belligerent because Mommy does not understand your caveman grunts.

It's time to refuse to sit still at a meal.  Or to eat a meal that consists of anything other than cookies.  Time to declare all toys "Mine!" and wrestle anyone and everyone who may beg to differ.  It's time to see how many times a day you can say, "No."  Bonus points for volume.

I'm writing today to tell you--Dare to be Different. When your friends are asking you about your weekend conquests, it's ok with me for you to tell them you're just not into the whole Terrible Two thing.  Shrug your shoulders.  Tell them the four year old crowd is cooler and they don't do it, so why should you?  Or even lie.  Tell them you're the terriblest of them all.  I don't care.  But please, for the sake of your mommy's heart and mind, please oh please abandon your quest to prove your Two-ness.  I've lived through it twice already.  I get it.  You're big and bad.  Now come give me a hug.

Love,
Mommy

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