Linda Says:

"Daddy my legs are sweating, so is my head, and my bum. You need to put on the air condississor."

Locomotion

We've got a crawling Baby! Elizabeth started crawling for real today. She kind of drags one leg behind her like a dog who's had a stroke, but she is scooting around rather well. I suppose it's time to plug teh outlets and put up the child gates.

Play Ball

Elizabeth plays ball with Grammie.

Horseradish

Linda and I were enjoying our dinner of grilled smoked sausage, potatoes, and broccoli last night when she served up another verbal home run. Our plates were identical except for the dollop of beet flavored horseradish on my plate. Linda was very curious about why I had some purple food and she didn't. I put a little on on my fork and offered some up for her to smell. She took one big whiff, scowled and said "that does NOT taste delicious."

Birthday News From Superwife

Both the girls' birthdays this year fall on Monday and, since a few of you have been asking, we've decided to have Linda's 3rd birthday party on Saturday, August 9th. We don't have anything actually planned (although Linda keeps asking about her flamingo birthday cake, so we may be having the same theme as last year), but this weekend is going to work out better for us than the one before. We haven't made any decisions about Elizabeth's 1st birthday party yet. Just wanted to give all you potentially traveling relatives as much of a heads up as possible.

Seven Minutes Past Three

Guess who's pooping right now?

New Photos

Grammie and Papa came by for a visit this weekend and took lots of pictures. I've posted a bunch of them on the Flickr account. Go on over and have a look.

Two Minutes Past Three

Guess who? Guess when? I think her sleep habits are getting worse.

Elizabeth's First Report Card

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Spoiled

You know your kids are spoiled (not by me) when you get comments like the one below. This morning, as I was strapping Linda into her car seat, she asked me to hand her a toy. I reached over and grabbed Baby Hudson from the seat between the girls. As I brought it up, Elizabeth reached out (as far a she could get while all strapped in) and kind of snagged the doll's hand. Linda quickly snatched the doll from me (she's gotten increasingly protective of her baby dolls as Elizabeth has taken a real fascination with them) and said, very sincerely,

"This is my baby, Elizabeth. Don't worry, your grandmothers and grandfathers, like Grammy and Papa, will get you lots of baby dolls too."

Of course they will, because that's how you get baby dolls, right??!! Who needs to share? Well Elizabeth seemed pacified by the comment (for now).

Strep Throat!

Ahhhh, my throat is killing me. Who gets strep throat in the end of May. I think all my work stress and average of three hours of non-continuous sleep is finally biting me in the ass. And to make it worse I drove 45 minutes to some MinuteClinic in a CVS in Northeast Philly because my friggin insurance won't pay for my PCP to do a throat culture because the lab (and the doctor) are in a hospital. Elizabeth is crying- I'm off for round two of the night.