Down on Gramma's Farm

Our good little buddy Rowan, and his family, invited us to Rowan's Gramma's farm to see the new baby kitties. This was a super special treat for us. The 5 kittens were only 8 days old. Tyler has fallen in love. All the way home he asked when he can get a kitty and suggesting that we can go to the pet store and just look around but not buy yet. He is gonna have to sell Daddy because I think Mommy might just have fallen in love too. Don't tell him that though. I might have to tough it out.

One more from the mall

Nickolodeon Universe

Tyler's dream came true last Friday. Daddy took the day off of work and we all descended on the theme park at Mall of America. We got (with a whispered, awestruck voice) UNLIMITED RIDE WRISTBANDS. Thank you Burger King for the great coupons. We rode and rode, rather the boys and Daddy rode and rode. Pregnant mom's aren't allowed to ride. Allie did get to go on a few. The bumper cars were a hit once the kids figured out how to straighten the wheel to get out of a fast, reverse, counterclockwise spin. Dad gave rides on the big boy bumper cars. The frog hopper was fun. It ascended to a height of about 16 feet and then bounced you down to the ground. Danny's face registered terror at the top and glee by the bottom, then back up to the top for terror and down again. Carousel, giant swings, Ferris wheel, flying Blue's Clues, ect. The grand finale was the very fast, very grown up, log chute ride. This mother's heart was clenched with fear but all survived though vows were made to never go on that ride again until, "we are 7 or 8 years old."

Here comes trouble.

Allie like to perch. She was sitting in her dolly highchair the other day swiping the "credit card" through the cash register without regard for spending limits. Then she tried out her dolly stroller. The axle is bending just a bit under her weight. The top of the toilet tank is where I found Allie as I got out of the shower. She climbs up there so she can reach the dixie cup dispenser. She pulls them out one by one. Pull, crush, throw on the floor. The dixie cups have a new home now that is, at least for now, out of her reach.

Duck, duck, cheese!

Doesn't my Allie have the sweetest little voice? This is our new favorite game.