Go Carts!

Unfortunately, we don't have a picture for this one...yet. But, we've found your new favorite thing in the whole world. A new Raley's superstore opened near our house and they have these cool shopping carts that look like race cars. Yeah, its pretty neat, but this post has nothing to do w/ those.

No, now when we take you shopping, you don't want to ride in those cool new carts...no, your little goat self wants to push the normal shopping carts all by yourself! It's super cute watching a 20 lb (btw..you need to gain weight according your wonderful pediatrician and her graphs...so eat more like your dad and you'll be sure to put on some weight - well, at least on your ass....but we digress) baby push a 50 lb shopping cart, but after a few minutes, we want to get a move on (your little legs can only move so fast).

But, god forbid that your parents push the shopping cart. Why would we want to do such a thing and cause such a scene? So, now your happier going to the store, but our shopping trips take a little longer than they used to. Now, if only we can teach you to put our grocery list into the cart, then shopping would be much easier. And, maybe then your mom and I could make out in the back of one of those shopping carts shaped like a race car. And, hey, maybe in 9 months you can have a little brother or sister ;)

Cowgirl Up!

First pink socks w/ a blue onesie. Now, a cowboy hat w/ a striped shirt. We know what you're thinking..."Why aren't they fashion designers?"

Turn Off Da Lights, Yo!

Every night before you go to bed, we take you into the bathroom to brush your teeth to the tune of a STUPID, monotone, repetitive song that goes a little something like this: "Brush, brush, brush your teeth!" I know...however did we come up with the lyrics!? But, before we do that you always ask to "ligh!!" which is baby for "turn on the light!" So, we sit you down and you go to town with the switch (no not the switch that my mom used to use on my red, Greek ass), the light switch! And, then after we're done brushing your teeth with your "Melmo" (which is baby for Elmo) toothbrush, you sit back down to turn off the light. We're all about routine with you...and it seems to work as every night you pretty much go to bed at 9:00pm (got that, Mom? 9:00pm...not 8:00pm) (it's 9:00pm because of the time change, DAD! Get over it...I'm right.) without a fuss. And that's not something that many parents of a baby can say....well, not without lying anyways.

Oh, and while we're on it...we're guessing that you're reading this blog from your crib at night (thank the Lord...and Intel...for wireless) because you are now sleeping through the night again.

Seacrest out!

Corporate Chic

Thanks to our T.A., Ivan, Ayjia has been inducted to her dad's corporate world. If this doesn't get dad a promotion, we're not sure what will...

Auntie Stina would be SO happy to see that we have published your faux hawk...

Bike Bike Bike Bike Bike Bike Bike

So, a couple of things are going on lately. First of all, we wanted to make sure that we wrote about your passionate affair with the bike. Almost every night when dad comes home from work, the two of you will play for a couple hours. And, almost every night when you two play you will find your bike and say, "bike." Dad then puts you on the bike, says "put your feet", you put your feet on the pedestal, and then dad zooms across the living room and family room while you smile from ear to ear. Most of the time dad is not drunk (he's only buzzed), so you safely stay on the bike. But, there have been a few times that dad has let you go too early and you've wrecked. But, being a kid is about collecting bumps and bruises, so its OK.

But wait, we exaggerated something. You see, lately when you want something, like...oh I don't know...to ride a bike...you will repeat what you want INCESSANTLY until you get what you want. So when you ask dad to ride your bike, you don't say "bike" - you say, "bike bike bike bike bike bike bike bike bike...", well, you get the point.

Now, if you just did that with the bike, that would be OK. But you do it with absolutely EVERYTHING lately and it gets on our nerves. Just so you know, we are your parents (despite your mom's claims that you may have a different father), and we understand what you're saying the first time. There is no need to repeat it over and over (and over) again. Got it? So next time you think about repeating yourself, don't! Just shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up.

Ok, now go ride your bike. Dad has to go turn this buzz into a full drunken stupor.