whilst cleaning up the humble abode this week me mamala apparently found a bunch of old baby toys from when jaycie and max were, well, babies.

baby toys are annoying. they all blink, beep and generally make not so pleasant nosies.

jaycie loves them and i am tolerant, she’s so lucky.

max is sitting here cuddling next to my arm and giving me a running commentary on “the land BEFORE times.” he pronounces it goofy with an emphasis on the Before. it’s totally cuter than all get out.

“jodi whose that?”
“i dunno, a dinosaur?”
“that’s little foot.”
“jodi, whose that?”
“i dunno, a girl dinosaur?”
“that’s sarah she’s a three-horn.”
“jodi, sarah’s a big baby,” jaycie pipes in.
“yeah, sarah’s a brat,” i say.

this is when max bursts into song about eating eggs.

remember what i said? singing dinosaurs, not entertaining.

next up in this double feature, beetlejuice.