Look at Him Go!

I know I’ve mentioned more than once that our little man likes to eat. This week he’s been working it off! He loves his tummy time, and as crazy as it sounds, at 9 weeks, he acts much more interested in crawling (army style) than rolling. Time will tell.

Norah really enjoys getting down on the floor and coaching E, and he responds great to her encouragement. I can't wait until he's old enough to have a real conversation with her! (Actually, I CAN wait...but at least it's something to look forward to!)

PS–for the record, these “barefoot pictures” were taken two days ago, when it was a balmy 78 degrees outside, as opposed to this morning, when the massive snowflakes were flitting about. Gotta love central Texas weather!

Our Little Helper

Norah loves being a helper. She is a great go-fer. She is great at calming Eli down. She’s more than happy to stir anything in the kitchen (especially if it contains chocolate chips!). But this time, our eager, little helper may have crossed the line.

While walking in the park this week, we encountered another mom, calling her son home. The son was not coming, so the mom did what a lot of moms might do in such a situation–she started counting, in true “Mom” fashion…”ONE!!!” (pause for effect) when my little helper chimed in, “TWO!!! (in a strikingly similar voice tone and at an almost identical volume). I think I turned 7 shades of red when the other mom turned her head around to see who was upstaging her. But it worked out great, and as a result we met a new friend in our neighborhood (who thankfully has a 3-year old, and a good sense of humor!). Having kids is such a great equalizer!

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig

If you're reading this post, then I thank you for sticking with me through my wishy-washy platform skipping (and the shortest "new blog" stint ever). After several requests to keep the "old" blog, and a little frustration on my part with some of the differences in Blogger and Word Press, I've decided to compromise and return to Blogger with my new page header--so at least I can feel like I have gained something from this experience. The more I've thought about it, the better sense it makes to keep all of my blog entries at one address (this one)--for simplicity's sake. So, thanks again for following me around the web, and I'll try to stay in one place for a while. Oh, and don't forget to update your blog subscriptions (Google Reader, Feedburner, etc.)...again...sorry!

We're Moving!

I'll bet that caught at least a few people's attention (ie--our parents and close friends, who are probably thinking, "What?! I thought they loved their house. I didn't even know they were looking!"). In actuality, only the blog is moving. I've been contemplating a move to Word Press (another blog publishing platform) for a while, and have finally decided it's time. (No hard feelings, Blogger, it's been a good 2 years)

The new address for all things Robinson County-related will be www.robinsoncountypost.wordpress.com. If you use a feed reader (like Google Reader or Feed Burner), please update my address. Please keep in mind that we're only just "moving in", so the new blog is pretty bare bones, but I've got big plans for it, so bear with me!

Oh, and in case you're wondering, this blog will remain here, complete with all my old posts and pictures, for all eternity (like I'm gonna throw away a 2-year effort!) .

So THAT'S What Those Holes Are For

She requested colored pencils yesterday.
I didn't question her, but complied.






My narrow mind simply assumed another Dora coloring book page would bear her marks, but she had something better in mind...



...which, she excitedly shared, once her colorful masterpiece was complete.







Oh, for a fresh set of eyes-- full of wonder and completely attuned to each one of life's possibilities, large and small!


As a side note, this might explain Norah's crocs obsession of late. Sunday night she wanted to wear hers, brought Daddy's to him, and then instructed me to get mine as well. We looked like quite the croc-rific family...poor Eli, we haven't found a pair in his size yet, so he just had to be the odd man out. Thankfully, he didn't seem too bothered about the whole ordeal.

What's Up, Doc?

Eli went in for his 2-month check-up last Tuesday. He was 13 lbs. 3 oz. (90%) and 23.5 inches long (75%). Have I mentioned how much he likes to eat? Seriously, we might have to start saving now for his teenage grocery demands.







And what's a random post without a random cake picture? Actually, this is one I just finished a few minutes ago for Gramps (who ordered it to celebrate my Aunt Sarah's birthday tomorrow) Her instructions to me: "Blue and white. No writing." Hope it fits the bill...

Word to Your Mother

Just a few funny Norah-isms I wanted to record so I wouldn't forget 'em...

"I'm sorry little ant." Norah's heartfelt apology to the ant she squashed (per my orders) this morning.

"Straw-burries"--Norah's favorite fruit, which she pronounces like a Brit. My cousins still ride me to this day for speaking in a British accent in a Thanksgiving play we made up and performed for our parents. I was about seven, and I was supposed to be a Pilgrim. I had learned in school that the Pilgrims came over from England, so it made perfect sense to me that they would speak with British accents, but try explaining that to my family. At any rate, the family joke is that Norah takes after mommy in the dialect department.

"Cap-uh-lillar" Norah's version of the pre-cocoon state of a butterfly.

"I'm getting busy!" Norah's typical exclamation after a prolonged period of spinning in circles.

At the doctor's office last week, we had a long wait (about 45 minutes) in the examining room before our doctor saw us, so I was talking to N about all of the framed pictures, which were various depictions of nursery rhymes. When we got to the one of "The Owl and the Pussycat", I asked her, who is in the boat, Norah? (expecting the obvious answer, "An owl and a kitty cat") Norah's response? "Scurvy pirates...arrrr!" (stated with her hand covering her eye, to resemble a patch) Yeah....guess we've watched that episode of "The Backyardigans" one too many times.