Happy December! We are DAYS away from flying home. I'm so excited, I can hardly stand myself. My "Must Take Back to Brasil" List is in full swing, we are playing Christmas tunes, my sewing To Do list is nearly complete, and there is a three year old who is in "Santa Mode" all the time.
Here is a phone dump that highlights a few of our activities.
Things We Do:
We sit on the parachute while Mom drags us around the house.
We pose at random areas of foliage around the condominium.
(I'll take any chance to get his photo with a normal smile)
We hang out on the coffee table watching TV in our underwear.
We watch Beckham take a photo and then attempt to replicate it. In case you didn't know they were brothers...
We sit in baskets, tubs and whatnot. You know, for fun.
We give ourselves a mustache with a black marker when Mom isn't watching. Prompting her to immediately take the markers away. FOREVER.
We swing.
We dress up like a turkey.
We decorate the tree in "Threes" because more is more, and less is less, and we let the three year old do the trimming.
We put on our brother's shorts.
We ride toddler bikes with adult helmets.
We climb on the back of the sofa and fling ourselves off of it. And we don't wear shirts. Or pants. (It's a miracle Cayden has shorts on.)
We believe there is no such thing as too many floatation devices.
We wear goggles so that we can go "under." We actually have a pretty good swimmer on our hands.
We make silly faces in photos.
We play with dough at the Pizza Bar and we bring our own chair.
We make sure Thomas, Lightning McQueen, and The King are having fun too.
We like to sit by our big brother to color because he really is our favorite person.
We run to the park because that's what superheroes do.
