Zach was looking at a holiday card from when he was 9 months…
…and proclaimed, "Awww, I'm sooo cute!"
…and proclaimed, "Awww, I'm sooo cute!"
Age almost 2-1/2:
Sah (“sah”) – soda
Jabi (“jah’bee”) – Juli-B aka Julia
Ena (“eh’nah”) – Evan
Gui (“gwee”) – blankie
calling for “Daddy….Daddy….Daddy….” Before I reached him, he was switching to “Mommy…Mommy…Mommy….” I picked him up and he insisted “Downstairs,” though I was intent on going back to bed and having him lie with us for a little bit. He put up resistance when I put him down, by turning sideways, pushing with his legs, and generally being squirmy.
I gave up and said, “Fine, Zach, let’s go downstairs.” He sat up, looked at me, and yelled “Woohoo!” while raising his fist in triumph.
…and Zach is on the near side and I say, “Zach, time to come out!…”
He gets up, moves to the back of the tub behind Evan, pokes him several times in the back, and with his signature one-handed clap-wave, says “bye bye.”
the other day with friends. He was explaining that in the game, he and Bobby got married and had two boys: Trevor, because they like that name, and “RE,” for Robert and Evan.
“Julia, do you want to play the slave game?”
Response: “Ok, I tell you what to do and you do it for me.” 🙂
when she said, “No Dad, I asked MOM to do it!!”
She then paused for the briefest moment and added, “Who am I to be talking to you that way?”
“Remember in the olden days, when me and Evan were messing around with the computer?”
while something took 15 seconds to load up on the computer so she started to mini-whine.
I explained that when I was a kid, we had to wait minutes, hours, sometimes even days for the things we wanted. She replied, “Daddy, let’s not compare…”
Born 1:48 a.m., 15 March 2005.
6lbs, 7 ozs, 19-1/2″
Cried for half an hour, nursed for an hour, and has been a sleepyhead since. Looks like Evan.
Amy’s doing well. We’ll probably be coming back from the hospital today.