un-healthy yogurt

I know yogurt is supposed to be a healthy food. And our boys, especially Nile, love it. However, the only children's yogurt available at our grocery store is Trix brand yogurt. I know I could buy the bigger containers of "regular" yogurt, and sometimes I do, but they don't seem to eat it as well. I think their interest in the yogurt increases exponentially with the amount of non-natural ingredients. I mean, come on, look at these pictures. I find it hard to believe that there could be anything remotely healthy about this...it's not like these colors occur naturally.

And yes, I still continue to buy it, so I really shouldn't complain.

too much excitement

Nate spent yesterday morning with Tom getting a hair cut, the car washed, eating out for lunch, and sampling at Hy-Vee (all to stay out of the house for a showing), and subsequently had a late nap. Then after naps we went to our friends' house for dinner and play, and he had an even later bedtime.

If you know Nate at all, you know he never stops moving. This morning I had a Smashing Pumpkins CD playing in the living room. At one point I realized I hadn't seen Nate in a while. Here's where I found him, chilling out to the Pumpkins.

more politeness

This morning...

Me: "Nate, would you go get your jammies. I need to put them in the wash."
Nate: "Sure, I would be honored to!"

I wish I knew where he picks up this stuff...

Future WWF Wrestler?

Turns out that Nile must be stronger than he looks. On Monday I thought I'd pulled a muscle. That's really what I thought, until I realized it was getting worse instead of better. All day Tuesday it hurt to breathe, and a lot worse to cough. Then I realized that certain spots on my ribcage were very senstive to touch. So, finally Thursday I went to the doctor, got 7 or so x-rays, and found out that I have a fractured 6th rib. The only remotely "contact" sport I've played in the last week was when I was "wrestling" with Nile on Sunday evening. I figure he must have thrown an elbow...

So what is in store for me? 4-6 weeks of recovery, mega-doses of ibuprofen, and no more wresting in our house!

death of galvatron

Here is proof that the age recommendations on children's toys are sometimes valid. I found these pieces scattered around the living room while Nile was napping.

Now that I think of it, I vaguely remember a "No, Nile! That's Galvatron!" earlier this morning.