Somersaults and Eyes

This post is just to highlight a quick video I took of Ella and Anthon doing somersaults. More fun on our flooring. Not as much fun as "kicking the kids" but fun nevertheless.

As I was taking the video, however, I was struck by how blue Ella's eyes are...and how nice and green Anthon's eyes are. Maybe it was the sun.

Kicking the Kids

Ever feel like punting your kids across the room? I happened upon a game with my kids as one of them was lying on the floor crying. Don't ask me how I thought of it, but I flung her across the floor with my foot and she stopped crying and started to laugh and wanted me to continue to fling her around the floor. That lasted about 15 minutes.

Now both my kids love to be "kicked" across the floor. Oddly enough, I feel much more relaxed and composed.

Quinn at One Month

Our little boy Quinn is one month old today. He's quite the charming little guy. He brings out the best in our kids. They love this little guy and are constantly wanting to hold him, kiss him and talk to him. But kids are kids and Quinn is as defenseless as they come. He's almost been stepped on a number of times. We've rescued him from having he and his blanket pulled off the bed. And he's had a light yet large basket of Christmas decorations fall around his body.

He's growing, we can tell that. He's finally putting on a little fat. He's a great eater. But he still has those really well defined features. His eyes are turning blue on the periphery of his irises. I think I may win out, yet again! Who says the blue eyes are recessive! He's still sleeping a lot, and thankfully likes to be tightly swaddled and given a pacifier. That tends to calm him down really well.

We love this little guy. I've uploaded a number of pictures for you to see if you're interested. click on a picture to be taken to the gallery of shots.

Fun with Fall Foliage

I took Anthon and Ella to the park for a few hours on Saturday and they promptly began to bombard me with leaves. Anthon led and Ella followed. Fall is such a wonderful time of year.

It would have been perfect had Shelley and Quinn joined us. Shelley was fighting with the roll dough she had made, but had turned into "the blob" in our refrigerator. The yeast was acting so powerfully, that it had expanded far beyond the mixing bowl it was placed in. It had spilled out and had enveloped the salsa, the container of leftover peas and was moving towards the condiments. It had to be stopped.

Like Father, Like Son

Anthon and I shared our own "like father, like son" moment at church one Sunday when he donned his new gray suit.

Anthon wore it for the yearly program where the youth of the congregation get up and sing and give talks. Shelley had been working with Anthon for months to memorize the songs, etc. Right before he and the other kids went up to the stand, we gave him some gum to chew. Anthon has about a two minute tolerance for gum before he swallws it up. But on that day, almost sensing the imminent horror by his parents, Anthon proudly chewed his gum like a cow chewing its cud...all the while singing songs about Christ, families, etc. Our best pantomiming efforts to tell him to swallow his gum were conveniently not understood and he kept on his brazen display of gum chewing. We can laugh about it now.

The singing and the suit made it worth it.