Oliver and Lennox Trampoline

The Sink

Everyone loves the pump sink that X got for his 2nd birthday from Grandpa and Grandma Morley. The boys' best pal, Coen, who shares his fun grandma with us, brought some nuggets and fries and came to play. Hear the squeals, screams, and laughter. Smell the sunblock mingled with McDonald's grease. See the gleeful faces. Wish that Summer would quit faking us out--and keep giving us days like June 7th.



I lost my sunglasses, and X broke my back-ups. So I've been sporting this glamorous pair from the costume box--my Mom's from decades past. After sink fun, I caught Xy (pronounced: Ecksie) nonchalantly puttering in the dirt, having perched the shades on his own little nose. Best face ever.

Chez Morley

Welcome to Chez Morley, where the soup du jour is Kibble. The activity pictured here combines many of Lennox's favorites: water, "cooking," no pants, dog food, outdoors and Pim (the name he gave his pet yellow rubber spatula). X can't help snarfing any stray nugget of kibble that Maudie overlooks. It putrefies his sweet breath and makes me ill. He really scored this evening as Maudie's dishes were left half-full and within reach. Combining their contents, he stirred and stirred an appetizing Science Diet Soup. Bon apetit!

Hangin' Tough

Whenever Oliver resists getting dressed, I tell him the article of clothing I want to put on him was Malcom's. (Malcom is his cool, big boy cousin who hands down lots of handsome duds.) Oliver falls for it every time. This Lightning McQueen muscle-T really was Malcom's, and it's the best shirt Oliver has ever seen. "This Malcom's shirt. Lighting Queen. So cool! I don't can b'weeve it!!" Last week his wore it to bed, all the next day, and cried when I wouldn't put it back on after his bath. I had to hide it until it could be laundered. Helping Daddy in the yard, he fell and kissed the concrete. But he bounced right back from his scraped nose, chin, forearms and knees. Apropos of his ensemble, here Oliver shows off his muscles and wounds.