Oh, hello bah-nee.

Gabriel having a blast at the petting zoo inside Scarborough Fair.

He is really fascinated by bunnies at the moment. We have them in our back yard and he will watch them hop around the side of the house and then pester me with endless inquiries about "where bah-nee? where bah-nee go?" You can just imagine how delighted he was at being able to sit down with bah-nees all around him. Well, at least until the little white one started eating his shirt, then he wasn't so sure.

He also likes frocks. You know ... those hoppy toad things that go ribbit? Yah, frocks. Last Saturday Gabriel simply would not take a nap. Finally, in desperation I bleated, "Gabriel, why won't you take a nap?" Gabriel popped up on his knees in his bed, twinkled his happy blue eyes and announced, "Imma frock!" (Apparently, frogs do not take naps.) After this delightful announcement, he climbed out of bed and proceeded to hop around his room chirping "ibbit! ibbit!" and proclaiming "Imma frock!" I gave up. No nap for frog boy.

Scarborough Fair

Yesterday we spent the day at the Scarborough Fair.  The grounds are very beautiful and there are many really fine artisans that display and sell their artwork and crafts. 

We enjoy it every year, but this year Gabriel was old enough to really look around and take in the sights. 

I always think Gabriel is "so big" until catch a sight like this one.

Mornings.

Mornings are for snuggling in mommy and daddy's bed.

They are not for being disturbed by nasty camera flashes!

Age difference? What age difference?

What age difference?  Gabriel and Michael ended a busy day today buy playing together... under Gabriel's table! What do you suppose they're talking about?  Girls? Mac-n-Cheese? Mom's strange ideas about keeping the living room clean?

After an otherwise frantic day, this was a moment that brought joy to my heart.

Our happiest angel...

Gabriel saw the allergist, who pronounced a nasty, chronic sinus infection, put him on a gazillion medications and a week later we have gone from lethargic zonking out on the couch to this...




Oh yah. All the angels are happy tonight! I really thought getting a two year old to handle Nasonex up the nose would be the worst thing ever, right up there with bathing a cat. But wouldn't you know it? It makes Gabriel giggle! Turns out, the big fight isn't getting him to tolerate the nasal spray, it's getting it away from him!

Monkey Boy!

Hey... did I get this on here right?  Whaddaya think?