A picture-heavy post from this morning, when George was reading them a story… (and laughing at how he made the book inappropriate, no doubt…)

Oliver laughing at Daddy’s inappropriate joke:

Miles (in green) and Oliver (in Elmo) kicking back with some books:

And here’s a tale from yesterday that illustrates how good intentions can go awry. I stopped by Target yesterday on the way home from work, and got the boys some little stuffed toys. I got a Brobee from Yo Gabba Gabba for Linus, a Cookie Monster for Oliver (because he called him “Coo-coo” and it’s really freaking cute) and an Elmo for Miles.

Well. You can guess how this ended up. They all wanted Elmo. So I guess I’ll have to go back today to get more Elmos. At least they were cheap. And Oliver actually wanted all of them in his crib last night, but true to form, when I went to get him this morning, his crib was empty. He’d tossed them all into Miles’s crib. (Oliver wants nothing in his crib, not even binkies*. Miles can sleep with every toy they own, and he’s fine. Linus is somewhere in between.) *This will come in handy when we do Operation: Binky Wean. Or whatever you want to call it.