8.26.11

I picked up a cheap second hand bike for Wyatt - do you think he likes it? He just hasn't figured out how to pedal yet, he keeps trying to go backwards. Otherwise, it's a hit! Far more than his $75 trike. Harumph.

8.25.11

I happened to have the camera with me when we went for a walk "the semi way" (as Wyatt calls it - there is a side road that often has semis parked on it). He was so happy to have his picture taken beside the semi!
He kept insisting he was fine to walk - we weren't going very far - but sure enough, 3 blocks from home he asked me to carry him. Unfortunately, this time (the first time in 3 months), I took the single stroller, so I couldn't even put him in there. At the same time, Paige started crying and wouldn't settle, so I took her out, threw him in and walked three blocks pushing a stroller with one hand and carrying a 3 month old with the other. People were looking at me like I was a moron (who goes for a walk and carries a baby?), but one dad that I walked past just said, "Whatever works!" True enough. :)

8.24.11

First, let's get this out of the way. Yes, the TV is on while we eat dinner. Another dirty little secret? The lights were on in the dining room even though there was lots of natural light. So there you have it. I corrupt my child's mind with Peep and the Big Wide World and I waste energy.
But really what's important is that adorable little elf eyeing up her dad's potatoes. She had her hands in his plate half the time - she really likes to know what's going on. Just think - in 2-3 months she'll be eating her own potatoes! Okay, maybe we'll start a little slower - hopefully I can make all of her food like I did for Wyatt. And I don't think we'll bother with rice cereal - what that does to their digestive systems is just torture. :S At least it was for Wyatt - oat and barley seemed okay, but the rice was like concrete in his gut. Hard to believe she's already 3 months though, time does fly by. Sometimes. When you're not watching the clock and waiting for your spouse to get home so you can just shower and go to the bathroom with the door closed and no, we can't look for trucks in my Glamour magazine and please put the pillows back on the couch, not on the bathroom floor and please don't lay down on the bath mat and no, those are not popsicles!

8.23.11

Just wanted to show Uncle Ty and Auntie Tamara that the hoodie you bought Wyatt 2 years ago finally fits. ;)

8.22.11

It's getting easier and easier every day to get smiles from my little chipmunk. In fact, I am quite certain I made her laugh today, even if it sounded like she was choking on her own saliva.

8.21.11

Before you ask me what Wyatt is doing, rest assured that your guess is as good as mine, and I took the picture. Dancing? Mid-tantrum? I really don't remember.
We walked up to the beach today (for those unfamiliar with Morden, there is a long winding path through the golf course to the beach with a very steep hill and few smaller hills along the way), that was an adventure. By the time we got up to the beach, I was very much wishing that we had taken our swimming gear so we could go hop in the lake. It was much hotter than I thought it would be! As a result, Paige did not sleep and fussed most of the way back (even through the golf course, despite my best efforts to convince her that no one golfing wanted to hear her cry). Hopefully we can get in one more trip to the beach, although this weekend may be busy, what with the Corn and Apple Festival toxifying the town once again. Not that I don't appreciate what the festival brings in for our town, it's just so. many. people. And yet, every year I force myself down there, often cursing out loud when people touch me....which is often. I complain about the smells, the weather (because it's either crazy hot or it's raining. Or both.), the smells, the lineups, the smells, the carnies and did I mention the smells? But there I am, every Saturday of the festival. Maybe this year will be better. Perhaps there will be a moderate amount of clean people, trying hard not to bump into each other and a temperature of 22 degrees with a nice breeze. I can dream, can't I?

8.20.11

Huh. Looks like Paige has perfected the "You did NOT just say that" eyebrow arch as well. She must be seeing it a lot around here lately. ;)