Struttin' and Airplane Dinners

Pip always picks his outfits and lately he also picks his jacket and hat. Since we only really have one major winter jacket, this is not really much of a choice. Until he found this leopard shrug I had set out for Vivian. He LOVES it. He also wants to bring his bike everywhere we go, but I've convinced him it is too big and also sometimes inappropriate (think grocery store). So he settles for wearing his helmet everywhere instead. This, then, is his new winter ensemble:



Meanwhile, Phil and I have discovered the only method for getting Vivian to eat dinner. Doesn't seem to matter how hungry this girl is, she will NOT sit still in any chair to eat. Simply too confining. So we gave up trying. This is much more effective. We eat. She runs about all over the house, usually pushing one of her babies in a stroller and muttering to herself all the way. When we're done eating, I stab some of her food on a fork and begin making a very loud, low airplane sound. I'm going for dive-bomber. She squeals with delight and comes bounding to the table. I dive-bomb a forkful in her mouth; she takes off running. Repeat. This way we got her to eat a full egg, one chicken nugget, several carrot sticks, and a lightning diver bomber round of applesauce. Oh, and a few bites of wheat bread. Pip will also join in the fun and we have double-diver bombers.

After dinner, Pip invented this bad idea. Luckily, all the food stayed down!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TX7SWLTq5zc