Marshall hates it!

Took the boys swimming last night. Benson can now fully put his head underwater sans goggles.  Marshall was so not into it.  He loves to splash in the bath but the pool...not dealing.   Not a toothy grin to be found all night, even in the face of other babies and "hi baby!"s. 

the simple kinda life....

Pineapple = baby crack

Marshall will eat an entire can of pineapple tidbits. Not so much on fresh pineapple, though.

Who needs a plastic bucket?

If only I'd had these on hand:

http://www.morningchicness.com/

that plastic bucket

Remember when you were growing up and you had the designated "barf bowl"? In our house it was a burgundy plastic mixing bowl. It came out when you had that icky feeling and needed to lay on the couch. Just the sight of it made me want to hurl.

Unfortunately it was the only bowl in the house big enough to contain the product of our super duper hot air popcorn popper, so that was the bowl's dual use. Gross maybe, but not a lot of actual barf ended up in the designated bowl, in our defense. However...popcorn still = barf, in my mind.

So when faced with 3 boys with stomach flu in the house, I had to make a decision about what bowl to designate "barf only". The metal mixing bowls seemed to be a good choice, but they're not quite deep enough (if you've seen me with martini glass you get the idea).

I sacrificed our Madagascar 2 promotional movie bucket for the cause. And when the imminent danger of projectile vomiting ceased, Alex and the gang ended up in the recycling bin. Unfortunately the original contents of the promotional bucket was movie theatre popcorn...the circle of life?!

me = my mom / benson = ???

me: "I'm not your slave, you know"
B: "Yes, you are!" (in a "duh" voice). Duh.

Teething. Ouch.