120 seconds and all you're left with is crumbs.

We watch Sesame Street. There's this funny blue monster who destroys cookies; we all know who I'm talking about. Let's be honest: he doesn't really appear to eat cookies so much as obliterate them. So although Cookie Monster beats Sonja for speed in reducing a cookie to pieces, I think she edges him out for speed in actually eating and swallowing a large cookie, especially considering she's only four-years old.

This literally took around two minutes. At one point we were both laughing so hard that she couldn't safely eat and I couldn't take any non-blurred photos, but we both managed to compose ourselves and carry on.

And she helped me clean up the crumby mess, which was nice.

All my Loves.

Morning dog walk.


Red hat. Pink hat. Definitely "Valentine" colours. Soft skin, big eyes, endearing questions. 


Warm fuzzies all over.

Dog poo bags full of stones, pine cones and other collected treasures (but no dog poo). ...not what you would normally expect as a gift on February 14th, but it's the thought that matters.

Up-stretched arms, a hug and even a kiss on the cheek..! Now we're talking!

My plea to get moving; the day must begin and we have places to be.

...and Valentines to distribute. ...and candy to acquire. Exactly.


Happy Valentine's Day to all my Loves.

Owns the place.

Last week at Kindergym, Haven finally climbed the big ladder in the the big bouncy castle and slid down the slide. Well, I initially broke the rules and went inside the bouncy castle to show her how to climb the ladder (it's a tricky ladder for little ones), but I was pleasantly surprised and so proud when she climbed up and slid down the (very high and steep) slide without a second thought. Atta girl.

So after she figured it out, Haven climbed up and slid down over and over again until she was literally too exhausted to haul herself up anymore. It was adorable; the will was there, but her little body was spent.

This week at Kindergym, Haven walked in like she owned the place. Well, Haven walks into pretty much everywhere like she owns the place, but I digress. This week there was a noticeable difference to Haven's approach to the whole Kindergym experience. She couldn't have cared less about the "baby" slide, or the plastic "baby" castle; she only cared about the big bouncy castle and the tricycles. 


Now she just needs to grow tall enough to ride a tricycle.

Gotta go.

Sonja, do you need to pee?

Mmm hmm, Mama. I think we should go home...
I agree. Hey, Haven! C'mon, Baby! We're going home!

Jett? Ball? Ball?
No, Haven, I gotta pee. We're going home.

Jett! BALL!
Jett's coming too, Haven. Don't worry. Sonja really needs to pee, so we're going home.

Jett.
Ball.

Haven! I have to pee! We're going home.

Come on, Mama. Let's hurry.

Haven! Jett's up ahead, Baby. Let's go, OK?
C'mon, Haven!

Mama, I have to hurry...
OK, Love. I'll get Haven. You keep walking and I'll be right back.

Oh, Haaaaaaven...

Here comes Mama!

You little munchkin. Come on before Sonja pees her pants.
It's not funny, you know...

Photo essay: Black and white in the park.