




The Old Post Office Pavillion and clocktower. Its one of my favorite landmarks in DC.
Taming a circus isn't easy when you are always searching for the perfect pair of shoes...
And for the finale for this post. That was my lunch. Wanna know what it was???? It was a soft-shelled blue crab sandwich. They batter and deepfry the WHOLE crab. Those are the legs dangling off of the bun. As long as I didn't think about it too much I could enjoy the flavor. It was actually yummy. Very yummy. Again, as long as I don't think about eating the whole crab. Shell and all.
Alright. I have more folks. But this post was full enough.
"Mom, I'm messy!" He even managed to get some of it in his diaper. Go figure.
It was pretty fun. Even if it was way too hot for 9am. Braxton checks every morning to see if his plants are "all grown up".
Now, tell me that this kid doesn't absolutely love his daddy. He does. He never sits still. Except when he's at the window waiting for Mark. He plays the "is that daddy game?" It goes something like this
"is that daddy? No, thats a fee (tree)!"
"is that daddy? No, its a fowa (flower)!"
He does this with pretty much any object that he can see. The trees don't change the flowers don't change, the cars don't even really change. Its the two year olds version of I spy solitaire. Goofy kid.
He is very inquisitive (think inquisition, just with less thumbscrews) about the world around him. He absolutely loves learning and figuring out new things. Some of his favorite things in the whole world (besides his jumbo sized collection of elephants) are his books.
And last but not least, he can shove a whole pancake in his mouth at once. (He learned this trick from his dad.) He also does this pancake shoving thing about a dozen times. Yes, you are figuring that right. He eats about a dozen pancakes in a sitting. Its nuts man! Another odd eating habit of his is with things like gummy bears and fruit snacks, he'll shove them into his cheeks, like seven or eight on each side and hoard them there for hours. I'm sure the dentist will love this one...
Well, I'm know there are a bajillion other reasons I think he's special up here, But I'm going to post just one more. He's absolutely adorable. I know I'm biased - having squished him out and all. But so far nobody has come up and told me "gee lady, that kid sure is ugly." Trust me, if it were true, somebody would have said it.
And that folks, is my special Kenny.
I didn't lead quite enough to capture everything. (apparently I've forgotten all I learned from football...) But, you get the gist. I know Braxton's look is pained but trust me, he's having an absolute blast! Yes, Mark lifts him way up high, then drops and recatches him. He tells me its good exercise for his reflexes. Its a wonder I'm not insane...
Aside from the crazy antics, Mark is a fabulous father! He absolutely loves to play with his boys. They're more his buddies than kids (though, I'm working on changing that a bit, I can't be the only disciplinarian!) He complains about diaper duty on the weekends, but thats about it. He gets up with the boys on the weekends so that I can sleep in. (woohoo for me...) He is so incredibly involved, I hope the boys realize someday how incredibly blessed they are to have him as a father.
In our house we call this the "spaz dance". He does it on cue too.
Needless to say, I think this kid needs to be in a dance class.