THE CAMERA CORD IS RECOVERED!!!

here are some random photos pictured most recent to oldest:
FHE treat: "Mounds" pretzel style. Paul, what a ham

Lydia was incharge of the chocolate, Paul the coconut and Dad the pretzels. Mom was ground control.

Bubbles are one of the highlights of the day. There is never a time when "ba bubs" aren't wanted...I know Lydia is in her underware; well folks, that's life.

Date night babysitting landed on V-day weekend for us. We made this odd looking cake. The sad thing is it looks better than it tasted. Oh well, at least the babies ate it.

Paul doing his ballarina dances. Tom calls it the rain dance, he doesn't want to admit his son can dance.

He even spots his turns

it is just so stinking cute to watch him dance. This boy loves music.

a friendly trip to the zoo. Yes, it was cold

Lydia coming out of anethesia, it's has already been 40 mins since she was woken up. Poor kid.

Very happy girl pre-op. They are extremely nice at the West Chester Hospital.

Tom reading to the kids, and this is my most favorite time of day. He uses all sorts of funny voices and I end up doubling over.

My big helper making Paul's b-day cake. She is so willing to help when chocolate is involved.

Our humble, but creative christmas tree. Okay, had to put that up even though Christmas is long gone.

The missing camera cord

Sorry about the pictures, I seriously can't find the cord. Lydia, Paul and I went to the Dentist this past week. Yea-whoo! We are doing excellent with our flossing and brushing. Lydia got two stickers, two clacky hand toys, and two gliding foam planes. Paul got a sticker, do you think they cater to the two year olds? Oh well, I love our pedi dentist. If you go to the Drexel Hill Pedes on State Road I highly recommend Dr. Montgomery, she was amazing for both kids.

Umm, the other thing is this: How did I go 25 years and never learn to floss correctly? How stupid did I look when they tell me I was doing it all wrong? Well, we all have our moments, some a little more frequent than others....

I just have to say

Lydia says the cutest things:
Grandma sent chocolate for Valentine's so Lyddie says " mamnma, chocly.. mmmmm" "were's mamnma?" (she's looking for the Chocolate)

"time to get down" or "hold you" (I want you to hold me). Lydia loves to be held, but I can only hold for so long, so I'm constantly saying, "time to get down"

And finally we've become a little hostile about sitting on laps. When we read books Lydia runs to me and says "No paul mine" and then trys to push him off my lap. Then we have to discuss why mom's lap is for everyone and sitting by me is just as good. But that doesn't work so we decide if Paul can sit on mom's lap, then Lydia can sit on paul's lap. Paul is very agreeable since he has quite a wide lap himself, and so we are all happy. One big Lyman Lap. and I can't read because of so many heads, but I'm quite inventive all the same.

Sorry I don't have a picture of this: I can't find my camera cord.

NO limits

Paul is having a bit of self confidence issues. He thinks he can do it all. I'm serious, I literally run around making sure he is still alive. Friday night he climbed up on Lydia's TV arm chair to watch a kid show. I wasn't watching because (we are in a dating babysitting swap) this family dropped off their kid and we were getting settled, and then I hear a smack and Paul is laying on the floor face down smoothered in blood (later I find him trying to fly off the same chair, boy did he get a time out). Bloody nose and tore his gums, or his frenulum, but I can't really tell and neither can Tom, so we give him Tylenol and watch him. He seems fine so I think it's not that bad and maybe it will heal itself. THEN, today he trips (he came into the living room carrying his baby chair. I didn't even know he could do that) on something and falls right on his mouth into his baby chair. Again blood, fat lip, re injury. I called the Doctor (should have called the Dent) they didn't have anything helpful. Tomorrow I'll call the Dent.

The other day I took Lydia and Paul to the Park. I was putting Lyida in the kid swing when I hear a thud. Paul climbed his way up the steps over the bridge-thing and onto the part where there's a pole and you can slide down (if you are like 8). Well, he thought that would be a good part to jump or so I think, but I wasn't looking. So now anywhere we go Paul gets to be strapped in first, Paul gets to be held, Paul gets to sit in the basket of the shopping cart while Lydia is in the baby sit and I'll just buy the bare essentials other wise he steps on the eggs to monkey over the basket. I'm telling you this kid is wild.

Okay, there's my soap box. I feel much better. Anyone got some duck tape?