Zip It and Peanut Butter

The boys are obsessed with all of Selah's stuff. I am going nuts praying that they don't break anything before she even gets to use it. So, I finally convinced Bryan to let me buy them some doll furniture. This is the best we could find. (It was either pink and red, or just pink. Or culture is just so stereotyped. It drives me nuts from a psychological standpoint!) Bryan's justification is that these are Selah's toys, the boys are just playing with them for her. Whatever makes him feel better...

Mom, We are trying to take a walk. This is not a photo op!

(This is Zip It, Noah's baby. We are not sure where the name came from, but it has stuck for the last few weeks. Jonah named his Selah...so imaginative!)
He really doesn't want his picture taken Mom!
(Yes, HE, wearing pink. Noah hasn't figured all of that out yet!)

C'mon Zip It, Let's get out of here. It's nap time.

Okay, Zip It, you can get up now.

(Should I fear for Selah's life? He really does pick it up by it's head! I guess Selah's head will be too big for that... I can only hope!)

This is Noah's first peanut butter sandwich. His birthday is still more than a week away, but Bryan reasoned that we passed his due date, so that counts. I couldn't really argue that one.

Uh, Dad? Did you put something in this to make me sleepy?

(He loved the sandwich, even ate the crust. We were surprised because Jonah will not touch a peanut butter and jelly- I know he is the only 6 year old to not like them!)