Uncle John

Briasson, the man of many emotions. Low lows.

Sillies of sillies.

And boy are his highs so high.

I think this pretty much sums up the difference in the boys. Do you like my haiw?

And of course, the monthly check in to see how Jude's mandatory smiles are coming along.

I'd say pretty well. 

Hats

Sunday night picnic is always a barrel of fun.

Cute ee Pa Toot tees. 

Can you tell that Jude is trying to get food out of Robert? Sweet smiles, sitting on laps, eggies please?

Jude, you can have one pretzel.

Jude loves making everything hats. Once I found Jude holding something that looked suspiciously like he had unscrewed an important something from something. That's as technical as I can be, but anyway...

he wore it as a hat.

Hat.

Watermelon.

He likes it, likes it.

Bucket hat.

Note: no clothes. Anytime.

Hats.

Kind of.

Basket Case

Excuse me, but what did you say? Thewe is a summew hat but we have to shawe?

I fink...I fink it looks good hewe.

Showing his true colors and caught on camera, the cake monster makes a quick snatch. 

WHAT HAPPENED?

Snatch and escape, followed by auntie kisses.

I'd say he's mastered manipulation because he lives WITH ME.

I'm going to tell you something and I want you to wisten weally cawefully. You awe so annoying, get that fwiggen camewa out of my face owr I sweawr  I am going to fweak out.

Okay, you awe rude.

Phases of Fwiendship.

Look at these dorks, no pants, no shirt, and I'm just going to go crazy and guess Briasson isn't wearing proper indoor diapers under those board shorts. PROBABLY JUST A SPEEDO. AND HE'S PROBABLY PEEING ON EVERYTHING. 

Phase 1: Cuddles, yes. 

Phase 2: Ew no.

Phase 3: Happy babies. 

Note: sizes. Guess who is older? Hint: Jude.

Jude takes after his Goompa in that he is his own best friend and best entertainer. 

But with looks like these, who needs friends?

Oh yeah...this guy.

NOTE: BABY PLAYING WITH GLASS LAMP.

Teen mom parenting 101.

yolo

After an eventful day in Chi town with Aunt Jenaeth, public transportation was just all too much for Jude. GARG staying awake is just too impossible. 

Swimming dipes, PLAYA. 

I give the ladies what they want. 

Two babies, two expressions. 

Twins they are not, but dipe brothers they are. 

yolooooooyoloyolo

HAI, put on my show, and leave me alone.

What Rari weaws, I will weaw. 

Not the Plan

Let's just start with a little taste of smooth jazz, personified. Smooth like caramel, ice cream, whipped cream, and a bunch of other things that make your cheeks that size. 

Size: XL. 

I came home one day to find Jude in a tub of flour. Literally a bathtub that was covered in flour. 

To which Robert responded that he wanted to do because "wouldn't it be funny to just let him be covered in flour?" 

I must be so naive to not realize the reason he covered the baby in flour was because he wanted to just cover the baby in flour. DUR. 

Shower baby. I would say it is mature to shower, and immature to have your mom take pics, so I don't know what the maturity conclusion is...it's really a toss up. 

After all is said and done, you need to take time to smell the roses. BTW loyal readers, THIS is how you smell the flowers. Go big or go home. That's pretty much our only house rule. 

Side note: 

"Wassup lady fans?" Jude. 

Party Aminal.

Tell me this guy isn't the life of the moving box party. 

Muscle tee, noise canceling headphones so you don't have to hear nagging "moms", and an attitude. Boys will be boys. 

Let's get to the sermons, pow.

Jude loves to read this book. I guess he just is an empathetic reader. 

It kind of seems like Robert and Jude are reading different parts of the story. 

Or probably it was some kind of really sophisticated joke and Robert didn't get as well as Jude. Not everyone can understand "Watch our little wombat" like the bug. 

I swear they own toys. 

BTW: Robert is wearing a shirt in every picture, so yeah, I'd call this post a success.