Today's Toby

When you get photobombed...by a picture of yourself.   

A new book cannot be left unread.  

Suffice to say that this dinner conversation ran the gamut - hilarious, mundane, riveting. It had it all.  

 It's a good day that starts with OJ in your a imal cups reading a book with your brother.

Toby's tap teacher let us come in to watch their recital dance. She was standing in for one of the students who was absent today. Suffice to say, the end is Toby's favorite part.  

Apparently, the best place to put a post-it is on your nose. To be fair, you couldn't help but see it in that location.   

The Professor of Flags is beginning tonight's lesson.  

The Octonauts (a show that we watched a ton when Toby was little) has made a reprise in our home. Spencer is very excited about watching it, despite being scared of many of the episodes. Toby seems to be enjoying his old friends. They were both enthralled by the Octonauts sticker book that has been new rediscovered.  

Coming at you!  

You know you've got it pretty good when you get to do Spring Training from your livingroom.   

Can't help but feel I'm being dragged down...  

One highlight of this year's Maker Fair was the robot headbands.   

A cheetah on the attack.  

Clearly, the best way to come to dinner.  

For today (March 20) and today only Toby is twice the age of his little brother.  3 years, 10 months, 10 days (1379 days) 7 years, 6 months, 18 days (2758 days)  

Suffice to say, it's getting harder to get candid pictures of Toby...  

It wouldn't be bedtime without the New York Times games.  

Ready for St. Patrick's Day the night before. That way when midnight strikes you know you're covered. And some outtakes...  

Mommy making the pre-bedtime play time extra fun with a new game. * No stuffie was harmed in the playing of Stuffie Toss.** ** Mom dod take a couple of shots to the face.  

Apparently, on Fridays, we gussy up.  

Just hanging.  

Toby's homework for this evening was to make a fort and read. Clearly, not the worst.  

If you're not rocking out while you're brushing you're teeth, you're (clearly) missing out.  

Have you no sense of timing? I'm trying to get some work done.  

Daylight Saving Time and mild weather brought back the return of post-dinner soccer.  Forgive the blurry photos, no timeout was taken, so I had to multitask.  

The face you make as you listen to your brother's "show", full of potty jokes (that are just for you).