When Mommy gets a new camera, everybody wins

Especially the credit card company. And you! You, dear readers, who I know would much rather look at pictures of my foxy young men than listen to me ramble on about sleep disorder this or hissy-fit that.

Dada, bless him, came home this morning. We didn't expect him back until late late tonight at best or tomorrow morning at worst, so this was a delightful surprise. The poor boy was so tired and needed a late nap to continue breathing, so I took the little people to the park, along with my itsy bitsy camera.

Isaac pushed his brother in the stroller for the first time. He loves pushing the empty stroller, as it used to be when I was carrying Jacob in the Bjorn. I think Isaac was a little weirded out by the extra effort it took to roll it along with His Royal Fatness securely fastened inside.



Isaac kept stopping the stroller for no apparent reason, so it took us forever to get to the park. When we did it was empty and Jacob was happy to chew on his shoulder straps, so Isaac and I got to climb all over the jungle gym together just like the olden days. Good times.







There's Jacob below, trying to decide if he should start fussing or not.



The answer? Why, fuss, of course. Oh well. I took the opportunity of having Isaac occupied for a little to do something I had been meaning to do for some time -- earn my Threadless Street Team points. Oh yeah.

It is here I must confess my new obsession. Dada has joked that I have a "uniform," as almost every day I wear jeans and a tidy t-shirt. My tidy t-shirt collection has shrunk in recent times from various unsightly collisions with blueberries or the nuclear furnace of a dryer in our rental house. With a portion of my meager earnings from my children's book, then, I decided I was entitled to get some more t-shirts.

Enter my new sister-in-law. She walks into my parents' house one day wearing this t-shirt. "Where on earth did you get such an awesome shirt?" I ask. "Why, Threadless Dot Com," she replies. I go there and blow a few bucks on some t-shirts of my own, t-shirts specifically chosen to blow Isaac's mind. Hence, I give you... "Ask Me How I Became a Pirate":



My pirate t-shirt is a huge hit with AnthonyCarlos.

And then I posed my children on a splintering picnic table so as to get them in the same picture at the same time, since it has been a great while:



Eventually other toddlers came about and Isaac played happily and, for the most part, graciously with them until the mosquitoes started eating everyone for a late dinner. Note to self: hang mosquito carcasses on stroller to ward off bites on the baby.