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.
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?!
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*
"The mad scientist is sad because he is not reading in the reading chair."
All in all, I love this crazy string of photos.
They are so us. :)