Ellie says to Ev the other day…”Hey, Ev…let’s play sleepover.” So Ev crawls on up. The problem with playing sleepover with Evan is he has no clue what a sleepover is. It involved the couch, a blanket, and his sister, and that’s all he needed to know.

The other problem is that Ev doesn’t sit (or lay) still very often. Like, at all.

I did manage to capture them once…before he rolled over, crawled over her, or fell off the couch.

Since the kids aren’t in school yet, our daily schedule doesn’t change much in the summer. You may even think it doesn’t affect us at all…well, you haven’t seen my calendar. Summer is crazy busy!

Most of our free time lately has been occupied with some “outdoor rec.” Well, some outdoor, some indoor…

Swimming lessons started out like this…

are you all that surprised? Can’t say I was.

But, in the end, he mellowed out a little bit. Thankfully our swim instructor was all about just taking him into the big pool without us, crying or not.

The other one, I knew I didn’t have to be worried about.

and this was probably the highlight of her existence.

Jump, Tumble and Roll ends tomorrow. I think she’s really enjoyed it…and I’ve liked that she’s in an enclosed room with someone else for an hour practicing these things.

Will summer slow down now that these things are done? Probably not. That’s what summer is for right? Knocking yourself out so you can completely enjoy winter when you have to sit inside and have nothing to do?

i have to leave you with this one today…

golly, he’s just so stinkin’ cute.

Two…

It brings with it so many stereotypes…a lot of them true.

Especially with this child.

He’s finding his independence…for the past 3 months.

I suppose its good. I want him to be independent. I just want him to be independent while still conforming to what mom says. Is that wrong?

Anyway…I digress.

The day started out like any other birthday here…with, you guessed it, the birthday donut!

Not so sure about the fire.

After that I hope he had a good day. I worked all day, so he was at daycare for most of it. He moved rooms at the daycare, too. I didn’t pick him up, so i don’t know how it went. What a big day for a little guy.

His party the day before was a success too…

He liked his cake. He just kept saying “fish”, “lub lub” (which of course is blub, blub – or what a fish says).

Anytime you’d ask him if it was his birthday, he’d just say “cake”, or “happy” as in happy birthday. Very cute.

And of course, he liked his presents…who doesn’t like presents?

Oh, Happy Birthday, Little Man. I hope we have a great year. And I hope you find that independence, decide its not for you, and go back to being my calm little man…

No, thats not true. I just hope the next year doesn’t kill me.

From making the dark chocolate ganache, I had some leftover heavy whipping cream…and since I’m not much into drinking straight cream, I decided to let the kids shake it…

shake, shake, shake…

shake, shake, shake…

shake that butter.

Mmm…tasty.