The Mystery of the Door Handle

This is what is happening to my door nobs.  The inside of the front door, and the outside of the back door.  (Every time I see one of them I either think of him saying  "Let me in! Let me in!" or "Let me out! Let me out!... in a cute little dog voice, of course.)  This is some SERIOUS damage for such a small dog.  He has taken an entire layer off.  I can't figure out if he is using his teeth or his claws.  I looks like he has taken a nail file out with him.  (I am not certain enough about that theory to preform the body cavity search to find out where he is keeping it though.)

I keeps getting worse, but when I sneak up and look out the door, this is all I ever see.
I mean really, he is so little.  If it wasn't also on the inside of the front door I wouldn't even be convinced it was him and not a really bad burglar. 

Anyone need a 2 year old for the night?

I just witnessed the funniest thing that has happened all week. (Yeah, I know it's monday.)  Jack is a little upset today, I had to wake him up to go pick up Riley from school and yesterday he had a really late nap and so he didn't go to sleep when he was supposed to.  In fact, he didn't fall asleep until 1:00 this morning!!!  You read that right.  Trust me I tried everything.  I tried letting him cry, I tried stories, I tried singing, I tried letting watch a movie with his blanket, he just wasn't having it.  (He is in a big bed now, not his crib... started jumping out.)  Bed time has turned into a living hell, and last night it was really bad.  How do you force a kid to sleep?  So, back to my story...  today he started throwing a fit, which I try to ignore as to not encourage it... in the middle of said fit he picked up a bowl and chucked it across the room.  (That's not the funny part.)  I'm just trying to brush it off, "oh, that's too bad we have to throw away your bowl..."  Then the spoon of course, a car, dish towel, now he's mad that I'm not responding and starts to grab for more ammo, screaming all the while, grabs onto a baggie full of lucky charms cereal, cocks it ready to hurl it into kingdom come, notices what it is, stops crying, tucks it under his arm like a football and runs downstairs to snack on with his buddies Diego and Baby Jaguar without another peep.  I know that laughing at your children's outbursts is usually not a good idea, but really, how could you not?  I think sleep deprivation is in my future until we can get him to stay in his bed.  Any suggestions? Maybe this was just so funny to me because I didn't sleep either!

Look What I Got...

First of all, let me make it clear that Rob got to pick the dog this time. (it's a bit of a bitter subject for him... and I don't blame him.) But I think he did a great job, Chewy (he was named this because when you are REALLY close he looks like chewbacca, not because he chews on stuff. Thank goodness) is really mellow and great with the kids. Riley is supper happy.

And I am supper happy because I finally got frames for my new family photo (s). A friend took some family photos and the only one that I like Jack was the only one looking.




I wanted to see Riley and Parkers faces too, so we each took silly faces... and this is what we got. This is our family photo (s). I like.