Honesty.

This morning's wakeup call.

J: *pokes Dave's tummy*
 "Issa tummy. Tummy. Tummy. Issa issa issa big tummy."

Sibling Rivalry Begins Early

This morning, Shan and I were discussing various birth weights for ourselves, siblings, and our children. It then occurred to us (again, as we had forgotten) that, when B was born, most of the numbers given to her on her birth are 1 higher than J's numbers when he was born.

For example:
B's birth weight: 9 lbs. 7 oz.
J's birth weight: 8 lbs. 6 oz.
B's birth day: Aug. 14
J's birth day: Aug. 13
B's birth time: 8:-- AM
J's birth time: 8:-- PM

She also had to make her birth a bit more memorable - with the c-section and all.

I need a drink.

To my dear sweet little boy,
If there's one thing you take away from your childhood, I hope it is this:
When you poo in the bath, the proper response is not to pick it up with your bare hands and fling it all over the bathroom floor.
Sincerely,
Your loving mother.

Ode to a Magical Room

Oh, wondrous bathroom!
What is it about you that makes my infant so happy?
From rigid anger to wiggly smiles, all from being lain on the changing pad.
Is it your brightly white walls and ceiling?
Your soothing monotonal fan?
Your wet smell of soap, shampoo, and dirty laundry?
Your lack of a noisily intrusive toddler?
Or perhaps it is just the simple anticipation of imminent nakedness?

Whatever your secret, I love you, magic bathroom.

Imagination Begins at 2

Jonas has begun to use an imagination that nearly blows us away every time we observe it in action.

One day a few weeks ago, he was holding his big semi truck in the air, swinging it around, and making jet noises. One of us asked him what he had and he replied, "Pay-sip" (Spaceship).

Also, as a side note, he's learning songs. One of his books has the buttons that play the little electronic kids songs. Among the buttons on the book, one of which plays "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" (Or the alphabet song, for those of you who know that both songs are the same tune). Anyway, today, we realize that he's trying to sing along simply by repeating "Twee-kol Sar. Twee-kol Sar. Twee-kol Twee-kol Sar."

He counts too. "Too-for" ... "too-for"

He learns from the best.

J has been sitting by Dave, babbling nonsense loudly while Dave & I attempted to have a conversation. Dave decided to turn the tables on J, and got right in his face, talking very fast, and taking as few breathes as possible, informed J on how annoying he was, how Dave was not going to stop talking, how Dave was actually making sense, etc.
J looked up at Dave, and said, "Annoying. Annoying noise."

Lost in translation

J: *pokes B's tummy hard*

B: *lies there with a stunned look on her face*

Me: "No, no. Remember, we need to be gentle with the baby."

J: *pokes B's tummy hard* "Dentol, baby!"