My two favorite boys

I love my boys! Without Aho and Ola, I really don't know what my life would be. They keep me busy, the keep me laughing, and even though they drive me crazy, somehow, they keep me sane. In the past couple of weeks, I caught a few pics of them that I just couldn't help but love. After all, they're pics of my two favorite boys.

Daddy and Ola looking at the Sesame Street gang on display at the Thinker Toys at Windward Mall.


Like father, like son. (Laugh if you must at Aho, but he's being excessively animated to try to get Ola to keep the hat on so I could at least snap a picture. What a good Daddy.)


And possibly my favorite...my two boys...fast asleep. Ola was supposed to go to sleep in his own bed, but he climbed out and snuggled up next to his Daddy. He didn't even try to send him back to bed. Now THAT'S precious!!

What a trick!

Waiola is constantly learning new tricks. Sometimes they are things that we have tried to teach him, and sometimes we have no idea where he gets them from. At the end of last month, Ola woke up one morning and decided that he was going to show me his fancy new trick. I had never seen him do it before, but all day long, this was all he did.

On the floor, on the couch...brother was having a blast! We don't know where he got it from, but we just had to laugh. And then...I realized what he was doing. Amongst our friends, there is a little known occurrence that when your child does this....
it means they're expecting a new sibling. Low and behold...our little man was trying to prepare us for the news. Come June, our Ola will be welcoming his first little brother or sister. If you ask me, that's a pretty talented trick. But seriously...who taught him this??

Mr. Independent

Recently, we've been having a difficult time getting Ola to sit down and eat. Especially at dinner time, he has been getting extremely fussy and turning away from food. Since he's already below the average weight for his age, we were a little concerned that he wasn't getting the nutrition he needed. Apparently, he just wasn't getting the food the way he wanted it. Turns out, our "big boy" did want to it...he just wanted to do it by himself.



After a week of struggling to get him to eat, last night (night 2 of letting him feed himself) he ate 3 bowls of food. I guess he just wanted to be Mr. Independent.