Fun at home

Scott finally decided he wanted to start using his trike's pedals (although I think he really is faster the Flinstone way).

And here are a couple cozy pics.

Claire Elaine French

The other day during dinner we were talking about Mom and Dad's ethnicities. The kids asked Tim, "What ARE you?" They find it odd that Tim doesn't really have a specific country that his ancestors came from. Then I asked Claire, "Did you know that your last name is French?" and she got a very puzzled look on her face. She said, "No, my last name's not French!" I insisted that it was, and she replied, "Claire Elaine French???" An Amelia Bedelia moment...

Terrific Two's

Lately Scott's been going through one of those fun stages. He yells, screams, throws tantrums, and just loves to push my buttons. Talk about a lesson in patience for me! But this morning's tantrum takes the cake. When I went in his room to get him out of his crib, he stared at my maternity shirt (which I thought looked pretty) and slowly touched it. I asked, "Do you like my new shirt?" and he replied, "Wear a fiffrent (different) one shirt!" Of course I wasn't going to change just to suit his tastes, and his voice started escalating into, "WEAR A FIFFRENT ONE SHIRT!!!!" repeated at least a dozen times. And the thrashing around and screaming and crying came with it. I couldn't help but sit back and smile because his tantrum was based on something so ridiculous (is that terrible of me?). He wouldn't even calm down until I left the room for a few minutes and he realized he wanted me more than he wanted me to be in a different one shirt. What a fun stage, that I hope passes quickly!