How is it Fall Already?

When did it become September? Yes, I know, the first day of Fall is September 22nd, but it will be here before you know it! The leaves have already started to change color out here.

I will say for St. Louis, we have had a pretty good summer. Nothing too crazy hot, and now we've had a string of very lovely days. Somehow we just kept playing outside and it turned into September. WHAM.

We've had a few Firsts in the past few months.

Logan turned 1 June 30th. WOW. Totally snuck up on us... Snuck up on us so much that we had his 1st birthday party the second week of July. We made it early in the morning, had water toys and bikes out on the driveway, had lunch catered, and everyone was home in time for nap. It was awesome.

We explained to Grant that he was officially the big brother of a one-year-old now. Grant thought the party was great. He got to zoom around, mostly unnoticed, eat snacks and lunch all morning, had cupcakes, and then napped with the rest of us after everyone left. It was a good day.

Walking

In early August, Logan started walking...that makes him about 14 months or so.
Check it out here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADAG-szUOiw

Just for fun, Grant was about 16 months when he was walking, but he didn't have a big brother to chase... or one to run from.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTRuqd-DjG8


Preschool

August 16 Grant started Preschool, Monday-Friday 8:00 -11:15.
For all my west coast friends thinking that is early, the schools out here are mostly August through May, instead of September through June like we all grew up with.

Here he is two years ago when he first started Toddler class.

He started Toddler school going only Th/F 8:00 - 11:15, then another year of Toddler switching to 3 days a week, M/T/W. Now we are a full 5 days and Grant absolutely loves it. He had a hard time at first realizing that after two years with the same teacher, he was going to be in a new classroom with new teachers. Once we told him he was going to be a "big time preschooler with big time teachers", it finally sunk in and for weeks before school started he would go around the house saying, "I'm going to be a pee-schooler!"

At first, 5 days seemed like a lot, but as all parents know, the minutes of the day sometimes tick by, but the days and weeks fly by and before you know it, it is Friday morning again and you're wondering what happened to your to-do list for the week.

Yes, in the picture for Preschool he has two different shoes on. He picks out his own clothes in the morning and puts on his own socks and shoes. Some days he picks out different shoes on purpose. I figure it is exponentially harder to pick out the right shoe of one pair and the left shoe of the other pair and put them on together, so I let him have it. Besides, he has shoes on and he is at school on time dressed with breakfast, teeth brushed and hair combed. That is the limit to my importance hierarchy at 8:00 in the morning.

On that same day, Logan realized he now gets 2 hours alone with Mom while Grant is at school.

Play Ball!

To top it off, on Sunday we took Grant to his first baseball game!

Grant's first baseball game is going to be hard to top. Right away upon entering the gates, he was given a free puppy stuffed animal (Build a Bear giveaway day). We didn't tell him and he was so excited that a man just handed him a stuffed puppy.  Hope he doesn't think that happens every game. Just like the 800 or so moms before me, I shouted, "You get a bear!" and the guy handing them out said through his smile, "It's a puppy."  Um... right, a puppy. Yay you got a puppy!

We walked around the stadium, showing Grant the field from different angles, and he immediately found Fredbird (the mascot). We have a book of baseball mascots in it but I didn't know he would be so excited. When we got to our section, Grant and I went to our seats while Kyle got some food. While we were waiting, we got to sing America, the Beautiful and the National Anthem. Grant sings the National Anthem every Monday at school (more on this later), so he knew the drill. He stood up straight, and although he didn't sing, he also didn't act like a 3 yr old either. He waited until the song was over to sit down and then ask me what was taking Dad so long. 

Kyle came back with a hot dog for mom, and french fries and nachos for all to share. Grant said he loved the french fries, liked the chips - but only the ones without the cheese, and then said the water was cold. He said no thanks to the hot dog which I thought was great because I got to eat the whole thing. We sat in section 349, which turned out to be perfect. We knew we wouldn't stay the whole game, but we were still behind home plate (3 sections up) and could see the field. We were close enough to keep Grant's attention but not worry too much about ticket prices if we had to leave early. Plus we were in the shade for a 1:15 game. Definitely trying to get that spot again. 

The Cardinals scored 1 run in the first inning, and in the 3rd, Molina hit a 3-run homerun so Grant got to see fireworks. By the end of the 3rd inning, Grant was all pooped out and ready for a change of scenery. We walked around a bit, checked out the team store, and after one look at our tired boy, decided it was time to hit the road. He was asleep in the car by the time we hit the freeway. 

Best decision of the day was leaving Logan home with a babysitter, and he of course, slept the whole time we were gone. 

No, we did not put our son in a collared shirt for a baseball game - he did that. We have a Cardinals jersey for him to wear, but he told me since the players look so fancy in their uniforms when we watch them on TV, he wanted to be fancy too. Since Kyle wears a suit to work every day, we say Dad dresses fancy, and Grant wants to be just like Dad. Most days Grant will pick out a collared shirt for school so he can be fancy like Dad. Today he wanted to be fancy like the players, so there you go.

I love Busch Stadium. I feel like it is a cathedral for baseball. I always get so excited walking in through the gates and seeing the field. Today was exceptionally fun to see Grant light up and see all the people, the players and the field itself. I must admit I had tears in my eyes to see how excited he was to see everything. He walked around the way a kid should - eyes wide open, a little tense but mostly excited, trying to listen and see everything all at once. I think I loved it more than he did.

The amount of people alone was enough to intimidate Grant at first, but after holding hands with Mom and Dad and walking around for a bit, he settled in like a great baseball fan. Once he learned it was okay to yell and cheer and clap and be loud, then he was all in. We've watched baseball on TV before and talked about the Cardinals and going to a game, and he always asks who the guys in the black shirts are:
"Buddy, those are the umpires. They make sure everyone follows the rules."

Mom likes the Cardinals, Dad likes the Cubs, and Grant has informed us that his favorite team is the Umpires. Go figure.

So for this guy's first game, he got a stuffed animal, french fries, chips, screaming, clapping, singing, cheering, a home run, and fireworks. I don't know how we do better the next time we go.

The Boys

It is funny how Grant and Logan are different. People ask us all the time if they are similar or different... and the answer is, of course, YES. It's funny when you have your first child, because you wonder what the two of you look like in one other human. Then if you have a second child, you wonder, how could it be different? As I have observed in many families, one child leans towards the father while the other leans towards the mother. Nature is kind in that way, giving both parents a bit of a high-five. People say all the time that Grant is a mini-Kyle, while Logan seems to have gotten the Siemens side of the eyes and facial structure. If nothing else, Grant has Kyle's teeth and Logan has my teeth (sorry dude, braces are in your future).

As for personalities, the boys change by the day. It is so hard to say how much is nature vs. nurture, and if they were each an only child would they have this same personality? I will remember Grant when he was an only child, but most likely he will only remember his life with Logan in it, and Logan will only remember his life with Grant in it. Hopefully, if this fairytale goes as it is supposed to, they will remember their entire lives with each other in it, even long after their mom and dad are gone.

But who knows what their personalities would be like if they were only children? Or if Logan came first? Or if Logan came when Grant was 5 years old instead of 2 1/2? The only one who can truly answer that is the guy with the white hair who watches all the TVs at the end of the Matrix movies.

Grant's personality tends to lean more towards following rules, although he is 3 1/2 going on 18 so of course he has his moments. His job is to have moments. It's called being a child and growing. Logan's personality, albeit he is only 14 months, tends to be more of "let's blow this up and see what happens" mode.

I feel like if we were on a hike in the Amazon, and we came up to a crossing where the bridge was out, Grant would stop us all, tell us the bridge was out, and then point to the sign that says "Bridge out." Meanwhile Logan would just go flying by us as fast as he could run yelling "I bet you I can jump it!" I feel like Logan has yet to learn the laws of Physics...mostly Gravity.  But who knows what tomorrow will bring. They may change personalities yet again. That's the fun part.

They are brothers. They are best friends one minute and mortal enemies the next. Grant loves Logan and Logan loves Grant and wants to do what Grant does. Sometimes Grant loves to boss Logan around a bit too much and sometimes Logan loves to bother Grant a bit too much, but that's how it goes... And then as a parent you hope and wish that they can find it in their hearts to be friends forever.

It is very interesting just from a human development perspective to see how Grant grew up and learned skills compared to Logan. Grant sat around and stared at my face all day. Not really, but you get the idea. We stayed home for nap times, we made sure he didn't fall down and covered all the sharp edges. With Logan, he never gets a proper morning nap because we have to be in the car taking Grant to and from school, and he has a brother to chase. I think having someone to chase is the best thing that could happen to you. Logan is not afraid to jump on Grant's bikes and do what Grant does. The minute he could walk Logan was chasing Grant around the house, and Grant was not only encouraging him to do it but to do it faster. From the moment Logan has learned any new skill, he has 3 people to ask him "Great, but can you do this?" And then he does!

When I played softball in high school and travel ball, no one told us we were good, but no one told us we weren't good either. We tried hard and we won a lot of games. Honestly, how do you determine how much of that is from what you think vs. what your skills are? I feel like Logan and Grant are the same way. We've never told Logan that he was younger, and he is clearly not aware, because he thinks he can do anything and everything, and he has Grant right there next to him challenging him to try. I see gray hair in my future.

Above is Logan on Grant's favorite red trike and below he's doing his best "Easy Rider" impression. His feet don't reach the pedals on either bike, but he has no idea and doesn't care.

I was wondering what Logan would think and do when Grant was at school every morning. Granted, 3 hours at school does not mean we get 3 hours at home alone. Every parent who as a kid at school knows that time goes by twice as fast for the parent at home while the child is at school. We may have 2 hours to play three times a week - I do get a sitter for Logan twice a week so I can go to boot camp. Kyle says I'm a nicer person after I go to boot camp. The first day we dropped Grant off at school, we came home and played in the basement. Here Logan is playing with the coveted and much protected train table, and he realized he could do what he wanted and Grant wasn't around. To say he was excited would be an understatement.

School

Back to Grant's school - Grant's school has Toddler (18 months) up to 6th grade.
It is a Montessori school and not a public school. Every Monday morning, they have a Morning Gathering, that all parents are invited to. It is a quick meeting of all students in the gym right after school starts. The meeting/assembly is run by the 6th graders and not faculty, and is used to celebrate birthdays for that month, go over special topics or field trips that a class just went on - like when we had the eclipse and they did a whole meeting explaining how the eclipse works - or the recent 4th grade field trip or anything else that one grade wants to share with the whole school. This is the first year Grant has gone to these as the Toddlers do not go - it would be like herding cats. Now that he is a Preschooler, he goes. Since Logan and I are already at school dropping Grant off, and parents are invited, Logan and I have been staying on Mondays just to see what the meetings are about.

I love that they start off with the Pledge of Allegiance, followed by the National Anthem. In the first Monday meeting when I say everyone stand up I realized (oh crap!) we have to practice the Pledge of Allegiance at home!

The reason we originally picked this school for Grant - we were looking for a school where Grant could go when he was about 2 years old just to learn social skills, be with other people, follow directions from other adults (not Mom), and really, to stare at someone else's face besides Mom's face for a while. I remember in CA that they had "more for 2's" school and things like that, but out here it was hard to find a school that started before 24 months that wasn't religious based or more of a glorified daycare. Then a friend of Kyle's recommended we check this school out and I fell in love. Even on the tour, I wanted to stay forever. I love this place. I love it more and more every time I go to a parent's meeting or meet a teacher I haven't met before. They do start children as young as 18 months, and since Grant was born in December that would put him in starting in summer school at 18 months, so we waited for the Fall session and started him at 20 months. Logan is a totally different story. He has a brother to chase and has grown leaps and bounds and is a different person because he has a big brother. He will hit the 18 month mark in December and start the Toddler class - just 2 days a week - in January with the same teacher Grant had.

Proof that we no longer have babies, but two grown boys. Grant can brush his own teeth and make macaroni and cheese. I figure that qualifies him for college at this point. I love our front door. It has become a hang out. I open it every morning and the boys look out over the court to see what's new. I leave the door open but the storm door shut all day and the dogs love to curl up and sleep in the sunshine and keep an eye on the street all day long.

Mr. Grant. 3 1/2 going on 18. I've heard it said that you only get 18 years with your children to raise and teach them, after that you just try to point them in a direction, give advice and support when asked and hope for the best. I don't think it's 18. I think it's more like 3 or 4. He is so clever and so insightful and sees things that I don't see, and just today he drew me shapes he knew -  in crayon - in the new carpet in the basement. 

Also at 3 1/2 we don't nap very much. Yes, we are tired often, but that afternoon nap eludes us. Every now and then, when we are so tired, he will lay down, and in the middle of all the commotion, he will rest. As a parent it is so hard not to curl up right next to him and hold him forever, but you can't. You have to let them rest.

Finally, just in case you forgot what Toby and Ollie looked like, here you go. These two make us crazy. They make each other crazy. Ollie is definitely Grant's buddy and will snuggle up to him any chance he gets. If I can't find Ollie when we go to bed it is because he is upstairs on Grant's bed. Toby however, is not a kid-friendly dog. He may make himself scarce when the boys are playing, but at the end of the night, when I sit down and maybe need a hug, he is always right there next to me - like magic.

Until next time, keep exploring! Love and hugs from our family to yours.

M, K, G, L, T & O

Go Outside!

Hello all, 

We've had quite our share of weather these past few weeks. We've had snow, rain and sun, and then back to snow again. Thankfully, I'm not yet one of those people who has enough snow clothes to put them away for winter, as I've heard most mothers complain about lately..."right when we put the clothes away, more snow arrives!" Nope, not me. I have clothes. When it's cold, I put on more clothes. That's it. Correction: Grant has a Snow tote, but he also has real snow pants and jacket, which I'm sure after he eats lunch today won't fit him anymore anyway.

Fun with Pictures

I was going through pictures and came across these two...Me from sword class a few years ago and Grant last October at the pumpkin patch...in case you were wondering where he got that face from.

The Sun!

When the time changed, the sun started attacking Grant on our way to school. He does love his sunglasses, and will hide his eyes with his hands and say "bright!".
Do you want your sunglasses? "YESH PLEEEZE!"
...it bugs me when kids say "ya". I know I did it when I was younger, and I've heard other kids and adults do it, but ever since my brain decided to be a grammar nerd my ears can't take it. Now that Grant has found the talking bug, we've really tried to instill "yes please" and "no thank you".  Now every time he says yes, it comes out with a great roar at the top of his lungs "YESH PLEEEZE!"

Helping Dada

The other weekend was sunny and lovely to be outside. Kyle was wiping down the truck and Grant wanted to help - he LOVES Dada and wants to do whatever Dada is doing. So he grabbed and towel and pitched in.

 He wiped down the doors..

Went around and wiped down all 4 tires...

Then he decided his own vehicle needed cleaning. He wiped down Thomas' face...

 And the top of his head...

 And the back...

And then without any prompting, he stood at attention when he was done, like we were coming to inspect it. It was too funny. We all agreed that Thomas goes much faster now that he was clean.

Speaking of Thomas and trains in general, we have recently discovered that trains outside are much more fun than inside! We grab our trains, we grab the chalk and draw our own track outside, and off we go!

(If you give a mouse a cookie..) If you drive trains on chalk tracks, then they need a bath - not to mention your pants, your shoes, and the entire boy. His shoes and pants were not green when this day started.

Why stop at chalk? Of course trains can go in the sandbox.  The sand makes chugging down the track a little harder, but we manage.

Then of course the trains need a bath again. Miraculously, all the talking trains survived the multiple baths that day. I don't know that I'd throw them in the bathtub, but they did great in the quick little baths throughout the day. I love the kitchen stool we got for Grant. He can't really drag it around to where he wants it, but he can stand next to it and point to it and ask "Momma mooove tool," and then he runs and points to the spot on the ground where he wants it.
You want me to move the stool over there? "YESH PLEEEZE!" Of course we are more than happy to follow orders and move it.

All things trains, all the time. When the weather is not so great, Thomas comes inside and Grant will line up other items behind him to make a longer train. I'm waiting for that day when he figures out how to tie up chairs to Thomas (or the dogs..or a little brother...) and drag them all through the house. With 2 dogs, 1 boy and another boy on the way, I'm totally over trying to keep the floor spotless. We are more into "just don't burn the house down" territory.

Party Like it's 1960!

Our lovely friend had her 40th birthday a few weeks ago and had a fabulous 1960's themed cocktail party (think Mad Men).  Everyone dressed up and looked fantastic. There was champagne tasting led by a professional sommelier, delicious food, and era-appropriate decorations. A great time was had by all. Here is our "let's be serious first" picture. I'm about 16 weeks pregnant.

 Smile!

No party is complete without the smoking and drinking pregnant woman picture.

All in all, we've had a great few weeks. Uncle Jason was just here to visit (more on that in the next blog), and thank you to those who are asking, I feel great. Just about 22 weeks and moving right along. I'll find a picture of me with Grant at 22 weeks and post both shots for comparison. All I can say this time around is that it goes much faster since I'm not calendar watching like I was the first time, plus I'm chasing little man around. The only real difference is that the aches that happened towards the end of the first pregnancy have started to show up earlier, but if that's all I have to complain about, then I'm not complaining one bit.

Until next time, keep exploring!

Love and hugs,

M, K, G, T, O and G calls him, "bebe"

Big Boy!

There is a young male child living in our house.

He has only been on Earth for 20 months, and has yet to circle the sun for his second time, however...

He smiles soo big when he is happy, and has the cutest "mean" face when he's mad.
He knows how to tell a joke.
He knows how to pet Toby and give him snuggles.

He empties my pantry of canned goods on a daily basis, only to stack them all back up again.
He takes all my tea out of the tea box, and then puts them back in - separating each of the 4 teas by color.

He likes to brush his teeth, but we are still working on spitting.
He knows that if he clicks the mouse enough, Curious George cartoons appear on the computer.
Oh, he can reach the computer.

He can reach the top of the counter on the island in the kitchen.
He can reach the locks on the doors.
He can open every door in the house, locked or not.
He can also go inside while you are still outside, and lock you out. (once)

He knows the basement TV plays more Curious George and Thomas cartoons than the main TV. (Amazon fire stick)
He opens and closes the dishwasher, knows which button unlocks the dishwasher, and will pull out the silverware tray and put it up on the island counter top for you.

If he could, he would open the fridge. But once open, he can pull open the drawer and pick out apples and oranges for lunch.
He communicates with every fiber in his being. We are trying to learn his language while he learns ours, but in the meantime, we communicate with sounds, arm movements, pointing, and sign language. Sometimes I feel like I catch myself sounding more like Curious George.

He likes trains, cars, trucks. If it can roll fast and preferably crash into a wall, then he likes it.

He's not afraid to fall down.
He will point and show you where on the ground exactly he fell down.

He doesn't mind skinned knees, or that mom cleans out his cuts at the end of the day.
He does not like to wear Band-Aids.
He does not like dirt on his hands.

He also likes to snuggle.
He likes blankets, and likes to be wrapped up in them.

He loooves to play in water: bath tub, kiddie pool, big pool, water table, shower, sink.
Sprinklers? Not so much.
He loves chalk. Loves to write with chalk, color with chalk, sit in chalk.
He loves crayons and his coloring table.

He loves to read.
He loves his books. He will sit for spans of 30 minutes and quietly read books from his basket.
He will also cross-reference books while you read to him. This book has a picture of an octopus. He will pull out another book and flip to the page of the octopus in THAT book too.

He LOVES his Dad.

He likes to GO. He likes to RUN. He likes to have FUN and LIVE.
He is happy all the time, except when he's not. Thankfully, he's becoming very good at telling us why and when he's not.

He likes us. We like him. I love Every. Single. Minute. of it.

 He likes trains, and train tracks. He likes to watch Mom put a track together and then take it apart like Godzilla.

Toby likes to photo bomb pictures.

He has discovered how fun chalk can be, especially on a black asphalt driveway.

He likes to sit in the middle of the action. It's very serious business.

We bought this to warn our neighbors once Grant starts riding a bike around the cul de sac. For now, his name is "The Guy", as in "Don't go past The Guy at the end of the driveway."  Toby likes him.

 Toby likes to sit at the end of the driveway and watch the neighborhood as well as protect his family. I think sometimes Toby is friends with The Guy and thinks they are guarding the driveway together, but other times Toby may be using him for cover.

After all that fun, you need a bath...

 ...followed by some good quality quiet reading time with your good buddy.

Until next time, keep exploring!

Love and hugs,
M, K, G and T

BAM! Just Like That, We Are 18 Months Old.

I say WE are 18 months old, because well...first of all, our little guy is 18 months old, but our family is 18 months old too. AND if you can do math and read the previous blog, it has been 6 looong months since we last blogged. Apologies. We've been busy.

And really, now that I get this finally posted, we are nearly 19 months old...sheesh

January and February

January and February meant snow was still on the ground. We ran outside every chance we got. We became very fast at putting on jackets and shoes and grabbing Toby and heading out for a walk in the sunshine in the wagon.

Toby loves to ride in the wagon with Grant, right up until he sees another dog or person he wants to say hi to. Then he jumps out and saunters over. 

In Jan and Feb we weren't walking too much on our own just yet. We could couch-surf and get around, but I wouldn't say walking just yet.

This table was and still is our favorite place to sit and play with toys. It makes for a good cave and train depot. 

March

March brought us a huge 15-month-old growth spurt. Check out the picture of Grant in the back of the truck. (We loooove Dad's truck!) This picture is from the beginning of March, compared to the picture down the page at the end of March. I think sometimes we put him to bed and when he wakes up he is measurably taller!

Sweet sweet face. Watching our favorite monkey, Curious George.

Chair, milk, and George.  Don't bother me, I'm watching. And yes, yes you see patches on his knees. He wasn't totally walking yet and was still getting around on his hands and knees sometimes. He wore holes through his pants, but since he was so close to walking, I bought patches and patched up his pants as fast as he could wear them out.

I swear he grew a longer neck overnight. 

March also meant it was our 11 year wedding anniversary. We did what any couple would do and packed up the kids (biped and quadruped) and went to the park. 

Look how much taller he is, just at the end of March. Scroll back up to the picture in the beginning of March (I'll wait). Yup, we keep feeding him and he keeps growing. 15 months going on 10 years old. 

April

In April the sun came out, the flowers bloomed, baseball started up again, and all was well with the universe. 

Walking!!!! We started walking!!! Check out this link to see some fantastic walking, and one excited mom. https://youtu.be/FTRuqd-DjG8

Sunday night baseball, Cardinals vs. Cubs

Still loving to play in Dad's truck, and getting bigger by the minute! He has yet to actually ask to drive it, thank goodness. 

April's great weather brought us to the park on many occasions. Our after-park ritual includes everyone in the back of the car for water and snacks, and so mom can pick dirt, plants, bugs and whatever else off us before we climb in the car. I used to pack separate snacks for both the biped and quadruped, but since they share and share alike, now we just have group snacks for everyone. 

May

Along with May came the sun and heat. It still quite comfortable to be outside though. 

Grant quickly learned how to relax by the pool. We are now professionals in how to play with the water table and plastic pool in the driveway.

Uncle Jason came for a visit! We had so much fun hanging out with him.

We have also realized how much fun a shower can be. Mom likes it because it is much faster than a bath, and Grant likes it because you can run around under water and still manage not to get wet. Mostly he likes to close the door and then bang on the walls for a bit.

Big thanks to Kyle for building Grant a sandbox frame! 

I didn't really want a sandbox on the ground, especially between all the rain we get and the animals and bugs that could climb inside. I saw this idea to get a large tote box instead and build a frame for it. Thankfully, Kyle is a building genius and after I showed him a picture of what I was looking for, BAM! he built it. 

We get haircuts with Dad now at the big boy haircut place. Here we are having a snack outside waiting for Dad to arrive for our appointment. 

Warmer weather means lots of backyard fun. Grant took to the idea of bean bags fairly quickly, although his distance could use some work. He settled for carrying them all to the other side and dropping them in the hole.

June

 Grant surprises us every day with what he understands, what he can do, and how he communicates back to us. We were outside playing in June, and I was turning on the hose. I told him to grab the end and fill his water table with the water when it came out. I turn on the hose,turn around, and this is what I see. 18 months going on 10 years. 

Toby wasn't happy with the towel I set out for him, so he waiting for the proper opportunity to steal my chair.

Twice a week we have co-op babysitting at our house so another mom and I can go to boot camp together. We have a babysitter come over and Grant gets to play with his new friend while we work out. The babysitter taught them to put the chairs by the window to sit and watch the birds and animals in the yard. Now Grant does this by himself, and he always takes both chairs over. Sometimes he lets us sit in the empty chair, sometimes not. I wonder who he is saving it for - or who is sitting there already?

Grant loves Dad snuggles.

Grant truly has a love of life and fun. He is happy to entertain himself with toys and books, and loves to color at his table. He loves to be outside and to go the park, but also sit and snuggle for a good book or Curious George cartoon. He is a smiler, a giggler, and is starting to show that he is a funny guy with a great personality. Every day is like meeting an old friend and still learning something new about them.  I love spending every minute with my little guy.

More fun from July coming soon!

Until our next adventure, keep on smiling, snuggling and smelling the world around you!

Big hugs,

M, K, G & T