You Be the Judge

We don't usually go to the park here because all of them use wood chips/mulch as fall protection for the kids. This past week while we were in AZ we found a park that used that squishy rubber stuff and so I let the boys loose. You be the judge of whether or not we need to spend more time at the park because it is the equivalent of pure joy!

That stuff on Kekoa's face is not jelly from his lunch but multiple scratches from a run-in with a stool and tile earlier in the week.

Tornado Shelter = Fun

The good thing about not allowing the boys to play in our room is that when we have to take cover because there is a tornado in our vicinity (a.k.a. the storm is right above our house) the shelter becomes a playground and not a prison.

It doesn't look like it in this picture, and I should have taken more, but they had a great time playing in our bathroom and in our closet. I should have taken a picture of the bathroom sink where I had to stack everything that they considered to be great toys but that I considered to be a bigger mess to clean up when the meteorologists finally said we could leave our safe spot.

We had a variety of snacks that they ate in no time which made me realize that I was ill prepared. Next time I need to remember that I have two babies that can eat massive amounts of food when given the opportunity. I think I'll start storing our 72 hour kits in our closet.  

Yesterday Makaio kept pounding his fist on his hand, fist and other things and kept grunting as if I was supposed to understand this gesture. After getting completely frustrated by him insisting that I do whatever went with the fist pound I tried to think about what it was that he was wanting me to do. After a little while I realized that he wanted me to sing a song with that action in it. 

This morning I made a video of him pounding his fist like a rock as I sang/botched one of his favorite primary songs (evidently). Enjoy his cuteness and try to make it through my singing!