Tuesday, November 29, 2011


Thanksgiving was great but hectic, so I didn't get many pictures. But here is what I did get:

I tried my hand at making turkey cupcakes like I'd seen on Pinterest. They didn't turn out as cute as the ones I pinned, but a few people honestly thought they were store bought, so that made me feel good.

While I made the turkey cupcakes, Mike tended to the real deal. Love the safety goggles.

Not sure what's up with Mike's face. The man just does not like to smile.

But, upon request, he did flash that Tammaro charm.

After dinner, Ben had fun playing. Interestingly, while I was trying to cook and do a million things before dinner was served, Ben was a "stage 1 clinger." Yet once dinner was done and I had some time to play, he didn't care.

Cher and baby Parker kept an eye on the kiddos while they played.

You can tell by the look on his face that Ben was not happy when Cher jokingly tried to get Ben to give Parker a ride on his bike. (Ben might be a little jealous of the baby.)

This is the only picture of me and Ben from Thanksgiving. Wow. Just, wow. We both look like we are in pain.

Riley and Carson tried to snuggle with Ben for a picture.

That went about as well as can be expected with a 5 year old, a 4 year old, and a 1 year old. As you can see in this last shot, Ben was more interested in his milk.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Friday, November 11, 2011

Late Night Snack

Tonight Ben went to bed as usual, but around 8 p.m. he woke up crying for Mama. I went up to see what was the matter, and he told me he pooped. I checked his diaper and there was no poop. (I think Ben is just beginning to grasp this concept and still sometimes gets confused.)

Anyway, after the diaper check I tried to rock him and get him back to sleep, but he was wide awake and asked for a baba (cup of milk). I took him downstairs to get it, and since Mike was up and the TV and lights were on, I guess he decided it was time to party because he requested Cheerios. (It's always a party when there are Cheerios, right?)

As I was pouring them, he told me "milk" (meaning he wanted milk in his Cheerios). Then as I carried him toward the table to eat them, he told me "spoon." Apparently he wasn't sure about my abilities to make a bowl of cereal. He ate an entire bowl of cheerios and an applesauce. I think he is going through a growth spurt because he has been eating a ton this week.

This snack certainly didn't help wind him down though. He was laughing and talking up a storm, despite us telling him it was time for "night nights."

He also thought it was a hoot that I put his favorite bear (which he carried down from his crib) on the table to eat with him. He offered the bear bites of cereal and applesauce and thought it was hilarious when we pretended that the bear ate them.

We certainly know how to party around here!