Tinko Tinko Yiddo Sar

Tinko Tinko Yiddo Sar
How my wondo bear do are
Up abod da worl da dye
Yike a dimon in da sigh
Up abod da in da sigh

YAY!

'My Pull Yup, Too'

Pulling Up For The First Time...On A Jumbo Bag Of Toilet Paper

Conversations With Georgia

G: My want go happy birfday party.
M: You want to go to a happy birthday party?
G: Yeah.
M: Well next weekend we’re going to go to Sophie’s birthday party and then we’ll go to baby Dominic’s birthday party.
G: Yeah. And my hab a happy birfday party.
M: Well, your birthday’s not coming up for a little while, but when it’s your birthday we’ll have a party.
G: My birfday up.
M: No, you’re birthday’s not coming up just yet.
G: (nodding head matter-of-factly) No, my birfday up now.
M: Actually, everyone in the house has a birthday before you.
G: (nodding head and stating matter-of-factly) No, my birfday up now.
M: Okay.

Dos Dientes

I was showing off your first tooth your friend, Caroline's mommy today, and what did I find but another tooth! My beloved gummy grin days are numbered.

Project Runway

I'm not the most fashionable gal. I'm more the shorts and t-shirt type. Most days I run around town unshowered with no make-up and my hair in a pony tail.

Which is probably why I so desperately want you to want to dress nicely and wear lacy socks with pretty shoes and little bows in your hair. This morning you threw a fit because I wanted you to wear a dress. I have always told myself that when my children started picking out what they wanted to wear, that I would let them wear it, no matter how hideous. It sounds very possible in theory, but I find it more difficult in practice.

Can I really let you go out in brightly colored vertical striped shorts and an autumn colored horizontal striped shirt? But then again, can I really look into those excited eyes and tell you "no" about something so trivial?

So I'll let you wear these hideous getups, fearing that disallowing would mean years of therapy down the road. But can I at least put bows in your hair?

Occasionally You Would Paint The Paper

Up On All Fours

Tooth and Tongue

You sprouted your first tooth last week (Wednesday, July 9, 2008, for the baby book), and ever since you've been exploring your new tooth with your tongue. This is how we see you most of the time now: with your tongue half hanging out of your mouth and a long line of drool running down your chin.

I don't think it will be your lone tooth for long. It looks like the tooth right next door is moving in. Soon you'll have both of your bottom teeth.

Laundry Tuesday!

You've Got A Little Something Right Ther.... No, There.... Oh, Nevermind

Hey Georgia!

Cheaper Than Divorce*

As much as we love spending every waking (and sometimes sleeping) moment with the two of you, we feel it is important for the two of us to spend time alone being Tyler and Olivia instead of daddy and mommy. So when we recently found ourselves arguing about silly things, we decided it was time for a getaway. And what better place to getaway to than fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada?

You two stayed at Jana and Stephen’s while your daddy and I stayed at New York New York hotel on the Las Vegas strip. We had SO MUCH FUN relaxing, gambling, eating without disruption, sleeping through the night, gambling, lounging poolside, shopping and gambling.

View from our hotel room.


I think my favorite part of our trip was watching the fountains at the Bellagio. It’s one of those attractions I always see in movies, but I finally got to see it for myself. It was so cool! Your daddy’s favorite part was when we played Blackjack next to a world-famous cage fighter. Your daddy almost won a poker tournament, too. He got 4th place out of 60 players and knocked-out three players who have played in the World Series of Poker. It’s true.

Watching the fountains at The Bellagio


Posing in front of some random fountain


The roller coaster weaves around the hotel, even through the pool area


Your daddy riding the coaster


and lounging pool side


We were so excited to see you two when we got home. Palmer was napping when we got home, but when you woke up I hugged you like I hadn’t seen you in years. I love how you just melt into me sometimes. Your big sister was at school, and when your daddy went to pick her up, she squealed and ran up to him to hug him. When she got home she gave me whole body hugs, the kind where her arms and legs were wrapped so tightly around me that I could have let go and she wouldn’t have budged.

I’m still feeling relaxed a week later. I feel like the trip was wonderful for your daddy and me, and I think I’m much more patient and understanding with the two of you.

*Daddy’s note: we’re not really going to divorce; it’s just funny to say

4th Fun

We headed to our regular 4th of July party headquarters, Dustin and Jamaica's, again this year. They had a huge moon walk set up in their front yard with a big slide that ended in a little pool. Had it not been for the freezing water I think you would have spent most of the day in there.


Handsome American.



You had fun eating cupcakes with your look-alike buddy, Abby,



while your brother and your daddy enjoyed watching a friendly game of backyard volleyball.


I discovered a love for Guitar Hero. Hands down the awesomest video game EVER!

Squeeze

Messy

In Broken Light

Sweet Face

Pickin' Strawberries With Caroline

From The Archives - Palmer @ 6m

Party Hair

Skinny Dippin'

The Little General

Every morning we hear you calling for us over your monitor, and as we head to your room to open the door, we have visions of you running to us arms open wide full of “good morning” hugs and smiles and kisses.

But every morning we open the door to you impatiently perched behind the door waiting for us to come get you. You stare up at us and declare straight faced “I need waffle, syrup, ice wah wah.” No kisses or hugs. No “good morning mommy and daddy.” Just demands. So we head downstairs with our orders and start the day.

Thus your new nickname: The Little General.

Last month when our friends Tom and Ellen visited they got the biggest kick out of this routine. Tom is a creative sort and wrote a little song about you called “Waffle, Syrup, Ice Water.” If I were more technologically inclined I would know how to link a song from iTunes to your blog. But since I’m not, the lyrics will have to do.

Heard you call from the other room
I said I'd be right there
A picturesque moment is what I planned
Wake you up and brush your hair
I cracked my eyes to your precious voice
And arose from my bed
I ran across the hall and opened your door
This is what you said:

WAFFLES, SYRUP, ICE WATER

I stood at attention to the general
Who barked the orders to me
Here is my cup and two more things
Will make my morning complete
I had my orders, I was on my way
It's high time you be fed
I grabbed you up and took you downstairs
And this is what you said:

WAFFLES, SYRUP, ICE WATER

Georgia, I feel so close to home
Georgia, I've discovered the unknown

Yep, Them's Pearl Snaps

8m

You've had a very busy month! You flew to and from Kansas City for a two week visit with family. You met lots of new friends and relatives while we were there, and you attended your first funeral.

The big news for this month is that you started crawling (last Thursday, June 26, 2008, for the record), although you have a very unorthodox technique. Instead of holding yourself up on all fours you lie on your tummy and pull yourself forward with your arms, all the while kicking your legs like you’re swimming. I guess the technical term for your crawling style is “Army crawling.” It’s like you’re slithering through the jungle running from Charlie (that’s what they call the bad guys in all those Vietnam War movies).

You’ve become quite a challenge to feed. You had a stomach virus a couple of weeks ago, so I put you on a liquid diet in an effort to make your diapers more solid. You now have no desire to be spoon fed and prefer to feed yourself. This poses a couple of problems: 1) you have no teeth so you are limited as to what you can eat, and 2) you have trouble getting the food in your mouth. Needless to say, feeding times are frustrating and messy.

It’s interesting to watch your little personality emerge. You’re starting to get irritated when sister steals your toys, and you push your bottle away when you’re done. But you continue to be a laid-back, sweet little guy. And we love you more and more every day.