Baby Stellan

I just wanted to point you in the direction of another mommy's blog.

Have I ever met her?

No.

Have I even left her a comment?

Not that I can remember.

But her story impacted me greatly last summer when I stumbled upon it. As I woke today, wondering how her sweet baby was this morning, I just knew I had to share her story with others.

You can read Baby Stellan's story here.

Ode to Spring

Oh, you, temperatures in the upper thirties.

Did you really think you'd keep us away from the park on the first full day of Spring?

You must think again.

Because you never had a snowball's chance in...

...well, ok. So maybe that's not the best metaphor in this case.

Happy Spring!

Mommy and Baby

Linus hasn't really attempted saying his sisters' names too much. In general, he calls Amelie "Mommy..."

and, even though he went through a period of calling Violet "Vi-Vi," it's more common to hear him call her "Baby."

He's started to call Duncan "Daddy,"(as opposed to "Mommy") and every older-looking man is "Bompa." Trucks are "Dootdoot" and can be defined as any vehicle larger than a car. He has several new words each day, which is so fun to discover.

After having three birthdays within four weeks in our family, he's also become an expert singer of "Happyyy-you!" He especially likes to serenade his sisters at bedtime. (They all share a room, you know=).) Here's a little clip of him singing his best song. He's quite obsessed with seeing himself after he's had his video or picture taken, which is why you hear him say "I see." Also, this video was taken after Linus' bath, while his sisters were in the bath, hence the lack of glasses. (And the pictures above were taken right after naps, which is the reason for no glasses. He still wears them. Really.)

First Cooking Lesson

Yesterday, Linus decided, after months of playing with our play food in our play kitchen, that he'd try his hand at being a chef. His debut creation? He helped me mix the cheese sauce for our shells and cheese. I think he was pleased with the end result. He ate his sisters under the table. Then again, that's not really unusual these days for our growing boy:).

A Half-Birthday Dilemma

There once was boy,
Born on August 29,
Right before a leap year.

He had a half birthday,
He turned six months,
Only 'cause it was a leap year.

In August he turned one,
It was so much fun!

But as February rolled 'round,
No 29th could be found,
'Cause it wasn't a leap year.

Is he 18 months today?
Or was it yesterday?
Or does 17 months he stay?
Until the day of March 29?

When 19 months he'll be,
Most definitely,
And to an end will be all this fuss.
Mrs. Rohal, can you help us?