Driving, Resting, Stealing, Sitting, Playing, and Visiting

Breaking the law.

This can't be that comfortable.

Typical Sam: I gave Otis the teething ring because his gums were bothering him. Sam immediately stole it.


First time in a high chair - at Sidecar of course.

Playtime.

I took the boys to visit SHR at work. Sam is ready for his own cubicle.

Surveying the scene.

Molly and Otis

Ready for the Winter

Baby Geniuses!

The boys already know how to read!


However, sometimes it is easier to be read to.

Not So Messy Sam, The Empire State Building, and Very Messy Otis

We're moving to a different neighborhood in a week. There won't be too many more chances to take pictures of the boys with the NY skyline behind them.

I don't know what I like more in this picture - the carrot 'stache or the bib doubling as a cape.

Riverside Park

Fall Fun

Skeptical and Happy

Look - they haven't kicked their socks off yet!

On the way back from the helmet doctor's appointment in Manhattan. Looks like a helmet isn't needed. Otis celebrated by screaming at the top of his lungs through the streets of midtown.

Screaming tires little boys out.

I love that in his sleep he switched his hand position on the giraffe.

They didn't quite know what to make of me intruding on their turf. I love the look on Sam's face.

And then Otis noticed me.

I don't want to get them another crib. They are too damn cute sharing one.

Visitors from school.
Sam snuggled with Kristin.

Otis and Vanessa bonded.

Story Time

A Dinner at Sean and Rebecca's

Sam has been jealous of his brother over the past few weeks after Otis was allowed to have some beer. On this night, Sam got his chance.

(photo by Sean)

Yummy!

Otis loves to flirt.

But flirting takes a lot of energy.
(photo by Sean)

A Lunch with Chris and Yu

Yu gave the boys presents. Handmade socks!

Sam wasn't sure what he was holding.

Then he realized that he loves socks and how much fun they are to kick off of your feet and/or to put in your mouth.

Otis couldn't wait to put his pair on.


This is supposed to be fun, right?

Maybe fun for Chris, but apparently not that much fun for Sam. You can't blame a Mooney for trying.

Why Are Pictures of Babies Wearing Their Pants on Their Heads So Funny?

The Anatomy of a Blowout

Sammy: A Sleeping Angel
A sleeping angel with a big surprise waiting for his dad.

Post Blowout. There was a whole lot of Shouting it out necessary.

After returning from the bathroom, I found a content culprit.

Like nothing even happened.

Guilty as charged.