The Game of Clue

It wasn't difficult pin pointing two suspects in the case of who broke Quincy' tail; but narrowing it down to one suspect was never accomplished.  What we do know is that Isaiah knows how to open and close doors and Jonathan likes to pull the dogs' tails when given the chance (either one a valid opportunity to unintentionally break Quincy's tail right at the base.)  Fortunately after five days of being on pain meds and laying low Quincy was back to chilling along side the dangerous duo. 

Stair Gate

Since re-applying the stair gate for Jonathan's safety all my two boys want to do is go upstairs!?!  You would think I was running a carnival on the second floor by the way they beg to get up those stairs morning, noon and night!!!

Trouble, Trouble, Trouble

Jonathan is on the go and quickly learning the word "NOOOOOO!"  Even Isaiah tells him "no, no John Nan," when he continually does something he's not suppose to be doing.  Items of trouble for this eight-month-old is the dog food bowls, doggie door, glass doors on fireplace, and the stairs.

Our "Green" Donation

We have a man-made stream in our back yard.   This year I decided to let it become a breeding ground for hundreds (possibly thousands) of frogs.  Minus the chlorine and chemicals the murky green water surged with tad poles.  Collecting these wondrous creations became Isaiah's evening entertainment.  Jonathan happily strolled along in his walker examining our random bushes while Isaiah and I fished out tad poles.  We watched as the tad poles sprouted their limbs and turned into tiny frogs.  It was hard to say good-bye but as the summer heat became too unbearable the water turned into a repugnant sludge that we couldn't stomach any longer.  Until next Spring my slimy amphibian friends!  

Welcome to the Jungle

When Isaiah was eight months old I was upgrading him from the baby bath to the big tub.  Jonathan has been in the regular tub for some time so his bath time experience at eight months is a whole different story.  Jonathan at eight months is finally sturdy and tough enough to handle being thrown in the tub with his Big Bro.  Water to the face and kicks in the groin Jonathan has gladly accepted having his daily bath with his partner in crime.

Jonathan at 8 months

-We had to lower his crib mattress because he began pulling himself up and teetering over the rail.
-His army crawl goes into a full on crawl but then back into an army crawl if he really wants to get somewhere fast.
-Still no teeth, but he is constantly drooling and irritable for no apparent reason.
-He has started to pull himself up onto furniture and diligently tries to pull himself up onto my legs while I stand at the kitchen sink or stove.
-He has joined his brother in the bath because I finally trust his "sturdiness" and abilities around his wild big bro.
-Without teeth I am still pretty much just sticking to baby food and have only ventured onto bananas and avocados.
-He  loves when we turn the music on loud and dance.  He starts kicking his legs wildly and bucking his body.

Costa Rica!

   Jaime and I left these two beautiful boys with their Grandma Betty for twelve days while we took a vacation to Costa Rica.  Thanks to technology we were able to face time (they see and talk to us on the screen of our I-Pad while we are able to see and talk to them on the screen of our I-phone) almost everyday.  Being able to see how happy and content they were at home with their SUPER GRANDMA made it so much easier to be away.

    When we arrived home Isaiah was standing at the top of the stairs and wanted to show us the "owie" on his finger.  I swooped him up in my arms and for a good while he refused to let me go.  Jonathan's reaction was priceless.  Betty was putting him down for his mid-morning nap but once he heard our voices he was wide awake.  We went to the nursery to smother him with hugs and kisses and he would not stop giggling and smiling to any of our gestures.  He was so overly joyed to see us I could have been screaming bloody murder and he probably still would have been giggling.  It's nice to know we weren't forgotten.