Take that, Yoko Ono!
Yes. It is, in fact, a manila envelope with a rubber band around it.
A few things from recent days:
We went to Regina’s last week to meet up with Grandma, Therese, Sheila, John, and kids, for Claire’s birthday. The staff provided the kids with pizza dough to play with. And suddenly we realized that Mary is a kid! She’s not a baby anymore.
Note the Rams pants I knitted for Wesley. They are not, despite popular perception, Harry Potter pants.
And a bonus video:
…and Wesley has been awake since 6:40 and high-maintenance. I want to go back to sleep! Why is it that babies want to eat/party/cry when I want to sleep and then spend the whole day being asleep and boring?
In case you’re wondering, no, he is not yet sleeping through the night. (Duh. Why do people ask that about 3-week-old babies?) I am hoping for a breakthrough soon, though. Mary slept though at 6 weeks; maybe Wesley will take after her. So far though he wants to eat a lot more than she did. I used to have to wake her up to eat. Not Wesley. If he could go through life with milk continuously being piped into his mouth, he would.
David and Nina sent us a box with a bunch of boy clothes (so cute!) and presents for the kids. The presents included a pair of stuffed animals from Australia (where David went recently)–a platypus and a kangaroo. Mary was interested in the platypus until she saw the kangaroo, which is her new love. I made it hop for her and said, “Hop hop hop.” Now she says this all the time, except that she doesn’t enunciate so it sounds like “pah pah pah.” So cute. She’s also developed an obsession with watching the video of a kangaroo hopping that David took in Australia. Over and over and over.
…you have either a toddler or an insane person living with you:
“Please let go of my tongue!”
“Forks are for food, not for back-scratching.”
“Get your shoe out of the dishwasher, please.”
“What are you eating? A Cheerio from the floor? Oh, okay.”
“Don’t stuff your blocks into your diaper!”
“Yes, that is my belly button. No, it is not okay to put a piece of popcorn in it.”
In other news, Wesley had his 3-week checkup today (he is 3 weeks old tomorrow). He now weighs 10 pounds, 14 ounces (!) and is 22.5 inches long. He had the heel poke to test his PKU and he only cried for a minute. What a stoic.
…are exhausting and sort of boring.
I assume this is why nature made them cute.