Doughnut Plant

What kind of a mom would steal the last few bites of her kid's doughnut because it is Tres Leche and so delicious? This kind of mom.

To give myself some credit, I did feel a smidge guilty when he looked up at me and said "I want doughnut!"

Hey, Chris "shared" with Elliot too.

Chilling

When I asked Elliot what he was doing, he pulled his thumb out of his mouth and told me he was "just chilling."

Really.



In other news, Jill has inspired me to open an email account for Elliot. If you want to send him an email, he can now be reached at elliotipatton@gmail.com.

Why My Brothers-in-Law Are Awesome, Part 2

This one brought me homemade butternut squash soup when he heard I was sick. Have I mentioned that Frank and Kara now live in our building? Have I mentioned how glad I am that they do?

For Jill

Did you know your son was the face of a nationally distributed dairy-product?

Elliot points this out every time we give him a yogurt.

Oh, and Elliot eats yogurt now!

U2

Totally worth the traffic, the parking hell of the Meadlowlands, and the small fortune we paid a babysitter.

U2 puts on a good show. U2 puts on a big show. U2 puts on a really good, really big show. Even if you don't like U2, I recommend you go to one of their concerts. Because it's not just a concert, it's an experience.



Kara and Frank


The set

Digital Scrapbooking

I never thought I'd be much of a scrapbooker. All that cutesy stuff just isn't my style. Not to mention the fact that I live in an apartment and have no where to store the masses of paper, hole punches, ribbons and buttons that usually fill a scrapbookers arsenal.

Then I discovered digital scrapbooking. No mess. No fuss. Perfect.

Here's a recent page I did using a picture my friend Stephanie got of Elliot. Apparently Elliot is a lot more cooperative when someone else is holding the camera. (Thank you, Stephanie!) Sorry if you can't read the type -- the page is actually 12" x 12" and I had to shrink it here.

Frustrated Hopes

Elliot and I spent the last week in Connecticut babysitting while my parents were out of town. What follows is the scenario that played out each morning when we walked Caleb and Josh out to meet the school bus.

I want a backpack too!


The bus! The bus!


Must. Get. On. Bus.


Tears. Screams. And, finally, a resigned, "bye, guys!"