Another First...

... Jamie took his first steps today.

No Bribery Involved!

Yesterday, it happened for the first time - Caity climbed into my lap, put her arms around my neck, and announced, "I love you."

Future Olympian

Today Jamie decided his goal in life was to empty the magazine rack. He did this by grabbing the magazines one by one and tossing them on the floor with a scream of victory. If you have ever watched an athlete throwing a discus, I'm sure you can easily imagine what he sounded like, because it was exactly the same. He didn't get quite the distance they achieve, though. And he made somewhat more of a mess.

Overlooked?

So, with all the drama surrounding Michael Phelps and his 8 gold medals, has anyone bothered to notice the attractiveness of Aaron Peirsol? See him there, on the far right. Yum.

Wiggles 101

Greg, Caity and I went to see The Wiggles at the Palace on Tuesday. We brought the tickets, some spending money and a camera; one would have thought that was all we needed for an enjoyable night out. Little did we know, but we were woefully unprepared for the concert. So, for the health and well-being of those on the verge of rushing out and attending this event, here are the items you should consider bringing:
1) Roses to give to Dorothy, the green-and-yellow spotted dinosaur,
2) Bones and/or treats for Wags the Dog
3) Signs to hold up, which would then be read out loud by the Wiggles themselves for all to enjoy.
Having any (or all) of these would have significantly added to our Wiggle-watching experience. The best we can do now is relish the memory of having Murray (the red Wiggle) walk so close to our aisle seats that we were able to breathe in his exhaled carbon monoxide.

Not Your Average Frosty

Caity was amusing herself in the basement while I constructed some cards. She found the hamper-like bin that we store her cardboard bricks in and emptied it of said bricks. She then placed it upside down on her head and wandered around in circles. "Look, I'm a snowman!" she announced as she came over to where I was sitting. "Look at you!" I replied. "Do you have a name?" I continued, bending back to my work (I am very engaged in mothering, as you can tell). "Alien!" She responded. This caused me to look back up at her. "Alien?" I questioned, not sure I'd heard right, "Your snowman name is 'Alien'?" "Yes!" She said with confidence. Then she wandered away, hamper still on head.