Please forgive me if this is the most boring blog ever. I took a bunch of pictures this morning in about a 20-minute time span, hoping to capture a "typical" morning with the boys. You can scan through the pictures quickly and I won't even mind- this one's mainly for the "future-me" on those days when I want to reminisce about the quiet mornings with my two baby boys.
Our days have a definite routine, especially the mornings when we don't have to be anywhere in particular. The boys wake me up some time between 7 and 7:45. I feed Brady, we read some books, and then we head downstairs. The boys play while I get breakfast on the table (this morning, per request, it was Cheerios, bananas, and grapes. And, of course, milk for Anderson.) I started taking pictures this morning right after breakfast and right before Brady's morning nap.
Anderson's completely in love with the train set Grandma and Grandpa brought the boys last week. So he got comfortable, ready to admire it to his heart's content.
Brady crawled on over the see what was going on. On the way, he found a ball to play with.
Anderson, still....
Brady found something to chew on.
And then came to see me. :)
Anderson decided to stretch his legs a little...
And then decided to pay Brady and me some attention and cheese for the camera.
Lately, we can't go too long without an Anderson-dance-party. His moves are a mix between River Dance and break-dancing. Not the trick part of break dancing, but the standing around in a circle acting like you're about to do a big move kind. He loves it and has full confidence in his abilities.
Checking out the camera.
Brady checking out the train
And finding a cord- Brady is drawn to them (and Anderson never was, so this is new for me.)
Even Sadie came to check out what I was doing. This is typical personal-space for Sadie.
So I decided to take a couple pictures of the boys on the sofa because I thought they were looking especially cute:
I was working it to get both boys to look and smile, when suddenly I realized that Sadie had gotten into the gate around the tree and was de-railing the beloved (and quite fragile) train. SO typical! So I got perfectly upset with her, put her in her room (the mudroom), and Anderson and I got started trying to get the train back up and running. After we succeeded in this, I went in to see what Brady was up to.
This is how I found him:
Visiting Sadie in puppy-jail. Sweet boy. I hope it's his love for animals- and not for bad girls- that lasts ;-).
