Food, food, food. The center of our existence lately. Or so you would think from all of the pictures we have taken of us eating at our table, or somewhere else. The first table gathering was St Patrick's Day...always an exciting event for us. Jayson told everyone we met that day to kiss him because he's Irish. We listened to some great Irish music and had a "dance party". Aidan seems to have been born knowing how to do the jig. Jay always looks forward to this day because of the food... Colcannon, Irish Soda Bread, and this year, braised roast beef with horseradish sauce (with this pregnancy I crave only one thing more than cheddar cheese...roast beef sandwiches with horseradish!). By the end of the day I felt like the Irish Washerwoman.











Also, I've been trying different recipes for hot breakfasts that Jayson likes, so every time I make something clever, like pumpkin waffles, I simply must capture it on camera. Of course, Aidan still shovels in anything, regardless of whether it is edible, so that's nothing new. He has moved to a booster seat though, and gotten very creative with his hair-food relationship.









Notice the decoration Aidan placed just so (pretzels that have been sucked on are great because they have a glue-like quality)....













One day Jayson and I made great play dough creatures. His are the ones with the gigantic eye balls.









And....more pictures of the boys eating! For Jayson's birthday we went to McDonald's for lunch after school. It was Aidan's first Happy Meal, and I now understand why they call it that. He was delirious with joy over the fries and ate everything in sight. Jayson, as usual, ate some of his cheeseburger and left the fries to tempt me. Fortunately, Aidan helped to finish those as well.

Jayson's birthday was the most exciting yet! He's four and he asked me this morning if after four he would be eighteen. Sometimes I feel like that...the days are taken up with laundry and naps and activities that I feel like I've lost huge chunks of time. When did Jayson stop being a sweet, agreeable toddler and start becoming a twelve year old that tattles? And Aidan...I still call him Baby. When he sees himself in the mirror he calls himself Baby. However, at almost eighteen months and 35 pounds, he's anything but my quiet little bundle anymore. Thank you Grandma and Grandpa for the basketball hoop and thank you Auntie Crystal for Little Leap!
























And one last shot of Aidan yet again enjoying food. We went to Noodles and Company where Aidan would have eaten anything, including the napkins, if we hadn't gotten him some yummy mac and cheese. Isn't he big using his own utensils and feeding himself?