The Reading Chair.

Ever wonder what I do with the kids when I'm on the phone with you?

If you can hear Little Dude, chances are he's chewing on the telephone cord.

What can I say, I'm a paranoid germ-o-phobe.

Not.

We have this rockin' chair in our living room designated as the "reading chair."

Half of my pay check to whomever guesses what we do in the chair?!

That's right.

Read. :)

It also serves as the perfect place to photograph a baby that enjoys launching himself out of chairs/couches in a kamikaze-suicidal fashion.  He doesn't move much, but when he does, he makes it count.

So our "photo shoot" went something like this the other day:

"Sesame, look at Mommy.  You can't close your eyes.  Z, *snaps fingers*  Hey, Z *blows raspberries*  Little Dude, loooook at Momma!  Sesame stop picking your nose!"

Sesame laughs because I said 'picking your nose.'

"Z!!  *strings together random syllables in a pitch not audible by adult humans* HEY!  HEY!  *waves maniacally*"

I think okay...this could work...at least they're smiling at Sesame's knee...

"Sesame, what are you doing!? What is that face for!?"

"It's my sad mad scientist face."

"What!?  Well don't be a sad mad scientist.  Be a happy Sesame.  Or a goofy pirate Sesame."

*she does the same face*

"Sesame?!"

"The mad scientist is sad because he is not reading in the reading chair."

*sigh*

All in all, I love this crazy string of photos.

Why?

They are so us.  :)