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Two-year-old Logic


When Cael wants to lift something and it's too heavy, he goes to his friends for help - his friends being Hop Hop, Monkiki, and Meow. They have a lot of limbs between them, but they're not incredibly bountiful in the strength department. Plus, by the time Cael's gathered them all in his arms to ready them for the assist, there's no room for anything else, regardless of how heavy it is.

(Also, I'd like to direct your attention to Blankie in panel 2. Cael saw that his friends were in a picture and insisted that Blankie also be included. He was very adamant.)
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Hi hi!

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Scrub a dub dub

Two boys in a tub!


No, your eyes don't deceive you. That's a colored bath. I figured I'd post the blue and purple one instead of the yellow one. (I'm saving that for prom dates.)
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Handsome (like Dad)

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Gooey

It was snowing today, so the boys and I thought we'd like some baked apples. (Okay, it was just me, but once they figured out what they were, they jumped on board.)

I don't actually know how to bake apples, but I figured just core them, stuff them with butter and brown sugar and cinnamon and bake. I don't think I was too far off. They turned out pretty well!

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Tank life continues (but not for some)


If you'll remember, our tank started with the tragic suicide of Lizzie and went downhill from there. Only one other inhabitant has been a self-inflicted death, but there have been several subsequent homicides.

It turns out, not only were the crabs voracious carnivores, but so was Pepe the Evil. (R.I.P. Ruby the fish and Patty the crab - you won't see pictures of them because they didn't last long enough to be photographed.) Needless to say, Pepe took a long walk to the aquarium store and someone else can enjoy his "brilliant coloring." Apparently he was remarkably healthy looking. I guess that's what you get when you have all that fine dining.

We now have rid the tank of predators (we hope) and restocked with a few new faces.

This is Annie. She and Charlotte have become fast friends. They burrow together and sometimes hang out on the gravel, side by side. I imagine Charlotte is telling horror stories of the life inside, and Annie is resolving to spend more time under the rocks.


Jimmy appears to be a victim of tank violence. You'd think that would make him rough and tough and ready to live in this harsh environment, but apparently he's got some PTSD. He just stays in the same spot all day and all night, nose against the glass as if it will hide him from everyone else. (He needs to have a talk with Charlotte and Annie about hiding under rocks vs hiding in plain sight.)

This is the snail. He/she/it doesn't have a name. I figure it's better this way.
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In the Den-o!


John went up to the top of the hill
And he blew his whistle loud and shrill.
Said the fox, "That's very pretty music, still,
I'd rather be in my Den-o, Den-o, Den-o.
I'd rather be in my Den-o."
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Hello!

Untitled from Allison Saucy on Vimeo.


(Password: Allie)
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PlayDoh


(You knew that last one was coming.)
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Overheard

[There's a noise in the kitchen.]
Allie: [From the living room] Cael?
Cael: [From the kitchen] I made a mess, but I'm sorry to you! I'm really very sorry to you, Mama!

That can't be good.
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It's going to be one of those days.

I burned my finger making pancakes this morning. I didn't think much of it. I tend to maim myself in some fashion every time I attempt something culinary, so it was par for the course.

I now see it as the omen it was.

I love my two boys madly, but they're not the best grocery shoppers. Cael cannot be trusted to walk on his own power without running off and grabbing everything he sees. Neither of them want to stay in the cart. If they don't start screaming and employ the Stiff Leg Block of Doooooom to prevent them even getting in the seat in the first place, they're crying and reaching for me within five minutes.

Because of this, shopping solo is very difficult. The only way I have found it manageable is to start with Finn in the cart and Cael in my arms. When Finn reaches his inevitable expiration, I swap them, spending the rest of the trip reminding Cael every 30 seconds that if he will just stay in the cart pleasepleaseplease he will get a special treat when we get to the car.

This method results in very sore arms and the guilt that accompanies bribery. But at least I get the groceries.

We generally try to avoid shopping without an extra set of arms, but sometimes it cannot be avoided. Today was one of those times.

It was pouring down rain, so instead of putting a dry boy into the soaking carts by the car, I put them both in my arms and we ran inside. Like swinging two bats when you're on deck, I like to put undue strain on my muscles before I actually step up to the plate.

I thought it was going pretty well until I looked into the cart and realized that while I was shopping, a certain someone else had been shopping on the sly. After returning the donuts and cookies, we made our way to checkout. (Grabby Hands does some of his finest work in the checkout aisle, in case you're interested in watching him work.)

The rain had picked up while we were in the store, so the trip back to the car resoaked our clothes and drenched our loot. I decided it was more important to spare the boys additional H2O than the groceries, so I parked the cart and buckled them into their car-seats. When I got to the unloading of the groceries, I realized that the checkout lady had failed to put our pizza in the cart.

If it were anything else, I'm pretty sure I would have just let it go. But this? This meant no cooking. This meant just turning on the oven and having the house smell like pepperoni. This? This was eight bucks.

I looked up at the parking lot and prayed that I would see a bagger boy running after me, but there was no such luck. I unharnessed the boys, hoisted one into each arm, and bolted back into the store. We waited, dripping and cranky, while checkout lady finished with her customer. Then she turned to me, void of all emotion, including the contrition I felt I deserved.

Lady: Did you bring your receipt?
What Allie Thinks: Yeah, I've got it right here in my free hand that isn't carrying a screaming, soaking child. Oh wait, I don't have one of those. You think maybe you can vouch for me?
What Allie Says: Yes.
Lady: I had them restock your pizza.
What Allie Thinks: Them? You had them restock it? Do you think that possibly you could have had them come out into the parking lot and engage in a little customer service?
What Allie Says: Thanks.

Lady made a vague gesture toward the deli section and turned back to her line.

So I headed straight over to the pizzas, put Cael down and told him to hold on to my pants, and grabbed a pizza. The three of us walked straight out the door and back into the rain.

It wasn't until I was home and unpacking that I realized I'd forgotten the sour cream.

It wasn't until I was adding the final ingredients to the soup (the one that I had to abandon partway through to go to the store and get the rest of the ingredients for) that I sliced my finger open (note: see first paragraph of entry).

Shortly after that, Cael decided he'd had enough of this silly toilet stuff and just peed all over his last clean pair of pants and the carpet.

I put him on the toilet and went to go pick up Finn to make sure he wasn't doing any investigating of the wet spot. I'd just picked him up when Cael came up beside me, stuck out his finger and said, "Mama, can you clean this?"

I'll give you two guesses what was on the finger. The first one doesn't count. (Number two!)
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Zow! We've got fabulous shoes on our fabulous feet!

Things typically not involved in a Best Day Ever:

- skipping naps entirely
- outdoor shopping in the pouring rain
- three entirely different shopping destinations
- a sales lady who is convinced I must have known her son and is sure she can convince me
- vomit

And yet, yesterday was most certainly a Best Day Ever. I had so much fun with my guys. Finn is turning into a little boy and giving us glimpses of how much fun we're going to have when he can chime in on our conversations. It will be epic!

He got his forward facing car seat yesterday (which he puked in during the maiden voyage, of course), and now when I turn around in the car I see both boys looking at me.

They got new shoes on our shopping trip, and they spent this morning learning how to walk in them.


Some were more successful than others.

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One Year


Finn's first birthday cupcake - Funfetti


Cael's first birthday cupcake - made from scratch, dry, burned carrot cake.

It totally pays to be the second child. (It also pays to be so stubborn about actually consuming food that the doctor has put him on an Anything You Can Get In His Mouth diet. I've got to get on one of those!)
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Happy Birthday to

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:)

Cael: Mama, what are you doing?
Allie: Playing blocks. What are you doing?
Cael: Oh, I'm just loving you.
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Das Boys


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The Fam

Ryan and Allie
Cael | 10
Finn | 8
Declan | 6

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