baby graduate

In less than two weeks, little man has graduated from scooting to crawling, and now to walking on the soles of his feet as he half-crawls and half-walks. The way it's going, he will be walking in no time!

baby giggles

She is 2 1/2 today and loves to make her baby brother laugh.

Scoot scoot!

Our young one is now able to get around. And he is fast! The movement is a sort of a scoot which started on his 8-month-old birthday to the day. The world is his oyster now. Look out, family!

Teeth!

Little boy got his first two teeth simultaneously at 7 months old. Yes, that was last month. Go, baby!

"Reading"

Two days ago Anisa "read" a book for the first time by narrating the pictures in it. Until now, she has been using giberish to pretend-read. She also pretended to read in Czech for the first time using the rhythm of the poems in the book she was "reading."

nami, nami banana

Solomon had his first taste of solid food yesterday. It was crushed banana with breast milk. He truly enjoyed it. No digestive problems yet. Hooray!

Man vs. Rhino

Last night I was chased by a slow, lethargic, sweaty rhino, thinking I should probably be very afraid. My man took no chances, and to save me, shot the animal. Our community claimed he had killed the last rhino on Earth, and for that we were going to be excommunicated. A strangely vivid, mysterious dream.

I smell

"I smell," my daughter says as she crinkles her nose. And she begins to cry. "I smell poop." It's because Mommy tooted, little one. My farts are so stinky they make her cry.

Nisa-the-Pooh

It was a warm day, and he had a long way to go. He hadn't gone more than half-way when a sort of funny feeling began to creep all over him. It began at the tip of his nose and trickled all through him and out at the soles of his feet. It was just as if somebody inside him were saying, "Now then, Pooh, time for a little something."

Anisa has started to occasionally ask for something. When she says, "Mom, I want something, pleeeeease," or, "Mama, can I have something?" she scans the kitchen counter and the top of the fridge in case she sees a snack she wants up there. By something she really means a treat. Hello, Nisa-the-Pooh?

"What about a mouthful of something?"

Pooh always liked a little something at eleven o'clock in the morning.

- from Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne

Slick

My baby is slick! I took him shopping with me and loaded the cart all around his carseat, which I placed in the middle, with groceries. When we got home, I found a triangle of brie cheese tucked under his blanket in his seat. We apparently snuck that one out of the store. Good one, son. Good one.