Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Ah, Toddlers.

Valor sat there for a moment staring at the fire-hydrant. His look was intense and his brow was furrowed. Apparently it wasn't enough. He got up and stood over it. He squatted down and got his nose as close as he could without touching it. He sat down again.

He slowly, slowly reached out his hand to barely touch it. He yanked his hand back looking bemused. He touched it again. Then he put both hands on it, and felt it all over.

He sighed, and walked over to me where I was bemusedly watching his performance.

"Mommy, issnot a fire-hydrant."
"Valor, it is a fire-hydrant."
"Issnot! There's no fire!"

Well, there you go!

Friday, April 25, 2008

Dear Grammy

Everything's good back here in the states. Nothing terribly much is going on. But that's life. It is almost spring, which is good. We were hoping it would arrive before May did.

This one is Val. It's probably three days old, but it's the only one where he isn't squinting like a threatened mole.



This one is Bug, current today. Still cute.



And here are the two of them together, just sooze you can tell how big they are getting. Namely big. Especially the one who's supposed to be my baby. Traitor.



Well, I think you miss us if the call for photos is going out. I hope this means next time you'll take us to Scotland with you.

Have fun.
XOXOXO
Ki.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Today I Was a Mother

Bright Eyes

Valor and I discuss options:
"Ahhh, alrigh-t. You pick Mommy, basketball ooooor soccer ball."
"Lunch."
"No. Pick bassetball or sock-eeer."
"Lunch."
"Pick."
"Lunch."
"PICK!"
"Lunch."
"Mommy, you godda PICK!"
"Nap time."
"No, no. Just lunch."

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Bug Society

Z is now accepting applications to join his Society of Joy.


You must:


Be happy.



And eat naked.