a weekend visitor

This weekend we had my littlest charge stay at our house while his parents were away.  His brothers stayed with grandma and grandpa but we thought it would be easier if the little guy stayed with us.  He was on his best behavior and he's really quite the charmer.  His blue eyes would melt anybody's heart.  He is especially fond of both Matt and Moose, so I think this weekend was the biggest treat ever in his book.  It's too cold to play outside so I went to the library toddler playgroup three days in a row.  That is a lot of "Where is Thumbkin."  

The kids l-o-v-e-s "Moosey," as he calls him.  I was fixing food in the kitchen and I looked over to see the two of them in a tender moment.  I snapped a couple pictures whilst they were unawares . . . 

Moosey in the above shot is so wistful and hilarious.  I think he's dreaming of a boy of his very own.   

Hooray for footie pajamas!  The little embroidered dinosaur made him act like a dinosaur, complete with stomping and roaring and looking for his tail.

Also, I gave him dinosaur hair.  

A house full of boys, watching Frosty:

Matt was on call all day Saturday but I sure appreciated him being around Sunday.  He was a great sport and played lots of games with our little guest.  He also had his first diaper change experience, which happened to take place during the only hour I left the two of them.  He said it was terrible, like movie-quality terrible, complete with gagging.  I am seriously amazed at this because a) I've changed the kid's diaper a hundred times and b) Matt has done some seriously gross procedures in his line of work.  Rotting food/teeth in peoples' mouths are a million times worse than poop.  Maybe I'll put a box of gloves and masks next to our changing table and he can just pretend he's in his 'sterile field' and get his doctor skills on with our own kid.