ANYWAY, for today's post, I present a little photo essay I call: "Life at the MOE House in Four Pictures."
You know, once we got out of that infant diaper stage, I thought we'd never buy another tube or tub of Aquaphor ever again. I mean, there's petroleum jelly and coconut oil, not to mention all sorts of organic and natural remedies for irritated skin. Besides, the kids have all developed those tough outer layers that come from summer days playing in the sun and sand and winter days in the snow and cold. But then we experienced the Great Chapped-lip Extravaganza of 2014-15. So, after months of trying just about everything with limited success, in an act of total desperation, I dug out a tiny long-forgotten tube of this stuff from the bottom of Stow's old diaper bag and gave it to Sky.
It worked immediately.
I guess this just goes to show you that A) if it works on a baby's butt, it will work on lips (eeeww), and B) sometimes it really IS better not to clean out the diaper bag (but, other times it's not, so I am totally leaving that decision up to you).
One of the things you learn when you have a kid on the autism spectrum is that sometimes lining toys up can be a bad thing. Every parent questionairre we answered about Sky asked us if we'd noticed such behavior. We hadn't, of course, because we hadn't suspected autism or known that such behavior can indicate lack of flexibility, inability to adapt, or poor imitative play skills. Now we know, though, so every time Stow comes up with one of these lines of toys, I panic just a smidge. The crummy part is that all toddler/preschoolers put their toys in a line from time to time, so it's difficult to tell. We're pretty sure Stow's just making an emergency vehicle parade here. I mean, the kid has some awesome creative play skills and our walls have enough dings in them to attest to his tendency to drive these cars and trucks all over the house. My heart still skips a beat every time I come upon a scene like this, though.
So, yeah, I'll be happy when Stow outgrows this particular toy-lining phase.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, Ren earns most of his marbles by refraining from farting during dinner. I'm thinking of having t-shirts made: THE MOE FAMILY: Keeping it Classy So You Don't Have To.
Speaking of classy. This is a picture of Ren's Saturday-morning breakfast. Notice the Ghiardelli mint-filled dark chocolate on top? When I saw this, I knew that he had finally crossed over to the dark side. I mean, I can't imagine any other Japanese person I know eating this for breakfast. I'm not sure whether I should be proud or just a tad disturbed.
An interesting but totally relevant side note: I moved this scrumptious-looking bowl of food up into the cabinet so that our resident human vacuum/ninja child wouldn't get his hands on it. Ren didn't find it until a few days later. When he did, he ate it, though. Maybe that's the part that should disturb me....