Have you ever wondered…

…where squash comes from?  You probably haven’t because you’re fairly confident that you know.  In fact, some of you may claimed to have seen it growing.  But Nicole is here to set the record straight.  Our boys will know the true source.

“Squash comes from Minnesota…where they grow squash…in hamburgers.  See, you plant the hamburger in the ground.  Then squash floats down from heaven to lament the hamburger that died.  Then you snatch the squash out of the air with nets.”

And there you have it.  Empey, Inc.  Revolutionizing the agricultural industry since who knows when!

diversion

I don’t know much about this band, but I enjoy watching some of their videos.  I hope you do too:

Ok Go – This Too Shall Pass

aaannnd another: Ok Go – Here it goes again (I could only make the link work, sorry about that.

what happens while mom naps:

the length of my hair -

- is inversely proportional to the number of pulls twins give. 

 

 

 

 

(Aside from the bangs in my eyes, I like it.)

a little MP with a little TP

Consider this a preamble to our Brookston post.

an explosion in the MP household!

You might as well call me the bomber.  My evil mastermind is carefully secreted behind the facade of a well intentioned yet absentminded mother.   I casually pretended that I meant to turn on the back burner -- no one would suspect that I would knowingly turn on the burner under a Pyrex dish.  I even exclaimed “what I fool I am!  I turned on the wrong burner. ha ha ha.”

Then I craftily arranged for Nick to place cold globs of raw ground beef on the hot dish while I made the sauce elsewhere.   Brilliant.  It was only a matter of time until:

CRASH.

A barricade was quickly constructed for the minor’s safety.  No babies were harmed.  I covered my guilt by volunteering to clean up while Nick played with the boys.

Pyrex explodes into a fine powder.  It took a while to clean up.

and now, a moment with Everett

Everett came first.  In the womb he liked bouncing on my bladder.  Out of the womb he likes cheerios.  He went thru a stage recently where he enjoyed sucking on his top lip, as shown above.  He takes it seriously.  I think Everett’s favorite color might be yellow.  I have little proof other than he seems to grab for yellow toys first when we play ‘group the objects by color.’  And, we’ve all seen him in his yellow Tupperware hat:

 

Everett sleeps really well, which I enjoy.

 

So I said that Everett likes cheerios, but he LOVES graham crackers.  He giggles when he eats them, and I’ve never heard him yell so loudly as the time I was eating a graham myself and had not offered one to him.  It was then I knew.

 

 

Aside from grahams, there are few things from which Everett will not be deterred.  One is the power button on the computer tower.  At random moments he becomes fixed upon it and will drop whatever he is holding and crawls (yes crawls, i haven’t mentioned that I have two crawlers yet) toward it in what can only be described as sheer determination.  I have had the computer shut down on me a few times.  There is no distracting him once he’s fixed, no amount of relocating will keep him from it - he heads straight back.

 

Everett laughs readily. It’s one of my favorite things about him.  We’ll all just be sitting there hanging out and Brookston will do something and Everett will just start laughing.  It’s so endearing.  

Everett knows how to relax.