Let Him Eat Cake

I always love the "first cake" pictures. We haven't let our kids eat sweets until their first birthday (except the things that other people have given them without our knowledge). The girls were both a little timid with their first cake, testing it with one finger first and starting with dainty little bites around the edges. Big Sissy was already signing by her first birthday and kept signing "more, more, more." Little Buddy was NOT timid. He jumped right in to a big mouthful and just kept going. When we took the cupcakes back into the kitchen, he pointed and grunted the whole time--his way of saying "more, more, more." There's no going back now. He has experienced the goodness of sugar.

Could This Affect Head Size?

I already told you Little Buddy weighed in at 21 lbs., only the 27th percentile. What I didn't say is that is head is only in the 5th percentile. Again, the doctor assures me that it's nothing to worry about. I will say that it looks more normal now that his body isn't in the 94th percentile. Anyway...I am finally looking at the birthday pictures, and I think I've come across a clue about his head size. What do you think? Maybe we've loved his head a little tightly?

She's A Mini Me

I took Big Sissy today to get a DIAL screening to assess her "kindergarten readiness." She won't quite be old enough for kindergarten in the fall, but I'm having SUCH a hard time figuring out what to do about schooling so I figured it wouldn't hurt. She did great, as I suspected she would, but the things she did not do great at kind of made me laugh. She is SO much like me.

Some things she can do: write her name, count to 100, recognize letters and numbers, name shapes.

Some things she can't do: skip, draw shapes, catch a ball.

There's good news, kid. You CAN survive without coordination, artistic ability, or athleticism. I said I wasn't worried, but then I took her out to play catch as soon as we were home. Too bad they didn't test for perfectionism...

Say What?!

Today we were playing with the leftover party favors from Little Buddy's party. We were taking turns with the blowouts (no, not in our pants--the things you blow into and the curled paper comes flying out). Big Sissy says, "Oh, I've seen these before. Eeyore had one, but his was horny."

Ummm...what did you say?
Eeyore had one, but his was horny.
(Trying not to panic)...What do you mean?
His made a noise like a horn when he blew into it.

Oh. Whew. I am not ready for "the talk" with a 4 year old!!!!

Happy Birthday, Little Buddy!

Little Buddy is one year old today! We took him to the doctor today, and he has gone from winning the "fat baby" award to rather skinny (27th percentile). Apparently this is a breastfed baby phenomenon, totally normal, and nothing to worry about. I thought I would have him weaned by now, but ironically, I'm too lazy. I am a big fan of breastfeeding, but I'm also a big fan of weaning. I'll do it someday. Here are some new pictures of my handsome little man.

Baby Food Fail

My brother got me hooked on this website called failblog. It makes me laugh in the same way that cakewrecks does..or funniest home videos. Sometimes normal things go awry in ways that make you giggle because they're either spelled wrong, misunderstood, or look like something gross or nasty enough to make you uncomfortable. Here's today's baby food fail. I just think it's so nasty it makes me giggle every time I have to look at it. What? Processed meat always makes me giggle!

Animal Noises

Today I was looking at an animal picture book with Little Sissy. I was asking her what sound all of the animals make.

Me: What does the cow say?
Her: Moo moo. Moo moo.
Me: What does the cat say?
Her: Meeee-ow. Meeee-ow.
Me: What does the dog say?
Her: Arf arf. Arf arf.
Me: What does the donkey say?
Her: (long pause)....Donk-a-donk. Donk-a-donk.

This girl cracks me up. Can't help but wonder if it's a honkatonk donk-a-donk.