Hoarder

• I went into Mica's room, and there were a bunch of Isaak's toys stashed away. I think it's funny that Mica doesn't want his little brother to play with his toys, but he hoards Isaak's toys.

Toys R Us

• We went last night to Toys R Us. The kids along with me really had fun looking at all the toys.
• Mica loves playing with the Thomas train table! I pointed him in the direction to Team Geotrax, which he likes too. They put a whole display behind plexi glass. Mica asked me, "Mommy could we maybe get a store person to get the trains out, so that I can play with them?" Smart kid. I felt a little bad for him not being able to play with them.
• When we got up to the cash registar, he asked the store clerk, "Could you let me play with the Team Geotrax and I could take them home with me?" She didn't even know Mica was talking to her. I knew a melt down was going to happen anytime, so I sent him to play with the cars, the kind you stick quarter's in to ride. Luckily I could still see him up there.
• He was satisfied.

Happy Birthday Isaak!

• He's one today!
• We got him a hooded ducky towel, Little People Blocks and dinosaur plate, silverware and snack holder.
• Aunt Laura sent him a gift certificate to Walmart. Thank you Aunt Laura!
• Grandma and Grandpa Apel sent him some money, so we're going to pick out a toy at Toys R Us. Thank you Grandma and Grandpa!
• He gets the rest of his presents on Memorial day for his party!

Off With the Bib!

• Isaak now tears his velcro and snap bib's off and throws them on the floor.

HyVee

• I never would of guessed before I had kids, that going to the grocery store can be a really eventful experience. Although I do miss the drivers license bureau in the grocery store's. They had it that way in the south.
• I was getting some envelopes, filling out addresses to mail things off and Mica was dancing around. I kept telling him to stay close to the cart; then he'd pull on the cart while I was writing.
• An older lady went by us. Mica started holding onto her cart, walking along besides her. I said, "Mica where are you going?" He looked up at the lady confused, and came back to me. The lady said, "He can come with me if he wants to". He obviously thought she was me.
• Then we saw a clown in the store. When the clown approached Mica, he told her he didn't like clowns. Soon, he changed his mind when he saw she had a cart full of balloon animals. He was all excited, and talked about it most of the weekend.

My Instrument

• Mica was busy showing off his toys to Grandma and Grandpa Spiehs. We bought him a toy gun awhile back from Cabella's. I have my own rules about guns: Never point a gun at someone's face and I'll never buy one that looks like the real thing.
• Mica enjoys the pop gun, Nerf gun, and we have some water guns. I guess water guns can be pointed at people, but not at their face.
• The pop gun is what he was showing Grandma and Grandpa. He had it in-between his legs, and said "This is my instrument". A Freudian slip. We had a good laugh. He had no idea what we were laughing at.

Both Boys

• They did such a good job getting them both to smile.
• Mica is not good with picture taking these days, and Isaak didn't nap very well all day.
• We got the top one.

Isaak's Photo's

• He's wearing the t-shirt I designed.
• We got the last one in this grouping.

First Birthday Photo's

• We just got these pictures last night.
• Ya poor planning on my part because I just sent Travis' parents and sister previous pictures. Now I have these. I wanted to get birthday invitations to them in the mail.
• I haven't been as good at getting Isaak's picture taken as I was with Mica for two reasons. First, it is hard to plan around both kid's naps. Second, the place I took Mica to all the time closed down before Isaak was born.
• We got the second one down.

First Cake

• Isaak got his first cake this weekend. Picture People have vinyl drop cloths, so I took a cake in.
• Isaak touched the cake, and started crying. Then he crawled towards me, and got his whole leg in the cake. After that, Isaak had a melt down. We hit the sink, more of the melt down. We hit the changing table, even more of a melt down.