Dethroned

This theory is only a mere hours old, but it would appear that there is currently someone under our roof who Baby Zog finds more desirable than daddy. Yep, that's right. Move over Daddy, Uncle E is in town!

Uncle E was requested to help him out of the car seat, Uncle E has to play the games. Uncle E brought fun toys (more on this below). Uncle E needs to join Baby Zog for dinner, bathe him, read to him. Hmm...Mommy is thinking she might cash in on a little "me time" this weekend. Being third in line for Baby Zog's affection leaves one with plenty of time for a pedicure.

Uncle E did not come unarmed. He had shipped his secret weapon and it arrived yesterday. In this "magic box" were two new members of our rapidly growing arsenal of Sesame Street plush toys (Happy 40th SS!). Watch the video below for the unveiling. Bert went over with a smash. Not so much for poor Snuffy...




And below is a little montage of Baby Zog playing with Uncle E and just generally being silly. (Thanks for the t-ball Sitti!) I love how Baby Zog shows off for the people he loves - I also love that my in-laws say he's "just like his daddy was" and my parents say "he's just like his mommy was." Guess he comes by it honestly.




Stay tuned - Uncle E is here until Monday!

Yummy Again

Last Sunday was quite possibly the perfect day. It seemed like there were more than enough hours in the day and we had a relaxing, happy, productive day. We shopped, napped, played, went to the pool, had popsicles outside, played some more, did laundry, displayed perfect two-year-old manners, and even found time to cook an amazing dinner! Really, it was just one of those days when you feel all covered up in God's blessings and you wonder just what you did to deserve this much happiness.

Here's a little video of Baby Zog enjoying his very first Pop Ice that afternoon. I wish the sound was better. He keeps saying, "Yummy again" as a way to ask for help with it. Maybe I should have tried to teach him the word "slippery."

It really was a "yummy" day and I wish we could have "yummy again" over and over and over.

Know Your Place

Around 7:30 this morning I headed upstairs to greet Baby Zog in his crib. "Daddy coming?" he said. "Daddy's sleeping," I said. "Let's go wake him up!"

A few minutes later mommy and daddy were laying in bed and Baby Zog was playing between us. Really, he was playing on his Daddy.

He crawls over to me and I'm thinking, "Okay, he's coming over here to play his game with me now too." Um, not so much...

Baby Zog looks at me, points to the hallway and says, "Go make food!"

Priceless.

Prince of the Pool

Our friend Dave took this pic while we were all enjoying the pool on Saturday afternoon. His comment about Baby Zog: "he looks like royalty sitting there on his throne while you deliver juice and graham crackers to him after kindly wrapping his highness in a towel." Yeah, he's probably right. Oh the luxury of being first-born.

I love you

So by now, I have certainly figured out that children learn phrases by repeating what they hear adults - usually their parents - say to them. Over and over. Baby Zog learned things like "Night Night Daddy," or "I see you" or "Go to the car" from us. First by repeating, and then eventually just saying them on his own.

Well, the other night he initiated a phrase that he has never said without first hearing it said to him. He finally said, "I love you." But, guess who he said it to?

One clue. His name starts with a "G" and rhymes with "over."

Hmmm....I'm still holding my breath for Baby Zog to go through his "I only want mommy phase" (see blog post dated May 27th for more on that). I guess I can hold my breath and wait for my turn with this too.