Saturday While Dad was Away

Woog and I were cleaning up the kitchen, listening to Van Morrison when he was inspired to clambor atop his bus-bus backward and enjoy a delectible snack of goldies, puff puffs and yogurt bites. I appreciate his preferred method of chowing down so as not to dirty his chubby little digits.

Whoops...Woog spilled half the contents of his snack pack on the floor, the other half he promptly put inside the bus-bus seat, saving it for later.

Notice The Woog's shirt? It's his favorite- his "no, no dog-dog" shirt. But because Woog has become quite the heffer, his dog shirt has become more of a sausage casing. We'll have to retire it soon along with those pants.

Speaking of chubby, little Mama has plumped up nicely as well. She's growing so fast. Her tracking has expanded to nearly 4 feet and I swear she's smiling already. A good eater and sleeper, Ever is pretty easy. Although, she does have serious projectile puking abilities, hosing down everything within a 7 foot radius. Hooray.

Look at that belly! She looks like a new, over-stuffed pup or baby hippo after she eats. Cute, but dangerous...something is bound to pop...the game is to guess which end.

Woog and I got new summer shoes. His Crocs are green with frog faces on them, but I think he likes mine better.

Putting on shoes can be complicated. Walking in them is even harder! Woog was diligent though and soon was schelpping his way into the kichen with one giant blue Croc on his foot.