All Pyrex is not created equal....

Any guesses on how much fun I had cleaning up this disaster:

Here's a hint: none. zero.

But- I did succeed in doing it without getting any slivers or drawing blood, so for that, I am grateful.

In other news, Brooklyn been doing some new tricks:

(I'm glad we have a baby gate)...

Then she did this:

well- lou lou left the milk on the floor, but B figured out how to pour it out.

Tim had a pretty long traveling stint for work this month, so we took the time to head out to my parents for a weekend- this was our movie night watching Bedtime Stories...
lou-lou and Papa @ 8:30 p.m:


lou lou @ 8:45 p.m:


Dallin's soccer season is in full force....and I don't mean to brag, but....my boy can PLAY....

(the tongue out helps him kick harder...)
He wrote a poem about soccer in Kindergarten. They spell phonetically, so you'll get the gist, but here it is:
"soccer is osom
we kik the ball weth our feet
you run like a ras car
you Hav fon evry satrday
you get musls like my pope" (pronounced: Poppy (which is what he calls Tim occasionally...not sure why...))

and natty, among other things that I can't document with pictures, has been entertaining The Younger One...