And it is Only Breakfast

This morning Emma told me that she had a wedgie hiding in her bum. I think that is a pretty good description. After she took care of that, I asked her what she wanted to get at the grocery store. (Yesterday she said she wanted to try green apples so we told her we would get one at the store today when we went grocery shopping.) She apparently didn't remember our conversation because she said cereal first and when I asked her what else she said sushi. She does like sushi, but she clarified that she wants to watch the sushi chefs at the grocery store.

Eight Months and a First Haircut

So this one is a little early but I thought that since it was close enough, it would do. We cut John's hair tonight and by we, I mean the royal we, and really it was Aaron. I asked him to cut John's hair and this is what happened.
Before:

 After:

Looking at him, his hair looks blonde to me. However, after it was cut and collected (for him to throw away someday because he has too much stuff in his house and why would he want some old hair) it looked brown to me.

Oh, and I am now afraid I will find Emma with the clippers in hand, having shaved off her hair.

Dinner

Emma wouldn't eat chicken Parmesan this week but tonight she asked for peas to go with her crawfish ettoufe. She also said I was a good cook while eating the ettoufe. There is no accounting for taste in this world.

Variety Show and Labor Day

I put John down on the floor, gave him a block and turned to do something. When I turned back, I found this:

Apparently we both have babies to take care of.

We went to Galveston to see the Bodies Revealed exhibit. It shows all the organs and muscles and bones of the body. It was pretty cool.

John has been liking playing with balloons but he obviously can't really hold on to them so Aaron did this and said, "Managing Entropy" and walked away. Shortly there after, the balloon lost its novelty.

The other day Emma pulled our super tall stool up to the toilet (it is used for the sink, not the toilet), knelt on the stool with her bum up in the air and put her hands down on the toilet seat to try and get on the toilet. So the stool is taller than the toilet, just for visualization. Anyway, I came upon her doing this and stopped her and told her she was likely to fall into the toilet. She looked at me and asked me, "If I fall into the toilet will you flush me?" I told her "no" in case there is any doubt as to what my answer was.

Words Can't Describe...

Right now I have a giggling toddler in a leotard with her underwear hanging out at the bottom and she is being chased by her Dad who is wearing Emma's purse and pink sunglasses with sparklies on them while pushing Emma's shopping cart. Oh and Emma is clip clopping around in her Beauty and the Beast dress up shoes.