Fat Pants

So Todd is in his fourth week of work for the summer. During the school year he often walks to school, which is a little over a mile, but now he walks just to and from bus stops so is not getting nearly as much exercise. Also, the firm pays for lunch EVERY day. Needless to say he's not choosing salads when he's eating out. So with all of this, he is weighing about 25 pounds more than usual. We're not sure if all of that was gained in three weeks, but he has gone up a size in his dress pants since last summer. He proudly tells his coworkers that he had to buy fat pants because his skinny pants don't fit anymore. With how much these new pants cost (he's quickly become a Brooks Brothers snob), if he gains more weight and can't wear the fat pants, he will be forced to wear my maternity pants. :)

In other news, we went to a Cubs game last night. Firm sponsored, so of course I gained a few pounds! It was a meat-lover's dream with hot dogs, sausages, pulled pork, cheeseburgers, and a few veggie burgers. The boys had a great time being babysat. The babysitter seemed quite amused with Anders. His plate was filled with vegetables, which he chose, and later for dessert he chose pickles over ice cream. She had spooned out the pickles into a bowl, and after eating that he proceeded to drink the leftover pickle juice. He said he loved it. I swear he resembles Todd's side more than mine!

Correction

Further evidence that Sophie's a brilliant little 2-year-old. She is already (unwittingly) correcting my grammar.

Me: Sophie, if you stick your fingers in the car door when it's shutting it will hurt really bad.

Sophie: It will hurt really badly?

Me: Yes, Sophie, it will hurt really badly.

I stand corrected. (And I don't mind at all.)

Lazy Sunday Afternoon

We found the boys on the couch after lunch enjoying a lazy day. Anders was reading the comics and Elijah was playing the harmonica.

And another pic of the boys, watching the Charlie Brown Christmas special (which seems to be on at least once a week, including tonight) and eating popcorn. Don't you wish you still had the footed pajamas?

And since I'm posting pictures, here's one more. Halloween night trick-or-treating with their friends Susie and Adam. Poor Susie had to inform everyone that she was not a crocodile or dragon, but was a dinosaur.

Daily Dose of Salt

I had a piece of bread on a plate last night at supper that I planned to eat once we were ready and the food was on the table. I put some butter on it, and then topped it off (liberally) with homemade apple butter. Little did I know that the more innocent child of mine was playing with the salt shaker and poured a bunch of it on the bread while I was out of the room. I noticed it was a little bit salty and thought maybe the bread machine hadn't mixed it well enough, which, although it never happens, could be the culprit. But the next bite I knew that I probably didn't even add that much salt for the entire loaf! We knew Anders was playing with the shaker, but he was adamant that he didn't pour it on my bread.

A little bit later he asked if it's ok to pour salt on bread when someone isn't sitting at the table.