Last night Uly offered me a piece of pretend cake that he "baked". I asked him what flavor he said "it's chocolate and Jell-O with sprinkles!"

Not much new went on today. Leo is still very fond of his feet and toes, and Uly is very quickly learning how to negotiate up. I love this, actually. It's challenging but always amusing.

The other day at the park he met a little girl and she led him away into the playground where they had a great time for about 8 minutes. She convinced him to climb up a tire-rope and back down again, which is something even Gavin could not convince him to do. It was a nice glimpse of how things will likely go when he hits the age of Women... and then a funny thing happened. The conversation went something like this:

Girl: let's go down the slide, Lou-ee! (She misheard his name)
Uly: Uh, I can't do that
Girl: Yes you can, we're allowed
Uly: No no no, I can't do that. I'm too big for that. I'm too big. (excellent excuse, he thought)
Girl: You're not to big! I'm six and I'm not too big!
Uly: *blank stare* I have to go now ... MOMMY!

Lovin' it

Time is flying bye. Wow!

Leo is four months old and an absolute dream baby. He's truly the happiest baby I've ever known.

Uly has passed his third year and is still quite the dynamo. I am absolutely amazed at how gentle and caring he is towards his little brother. He also really loves to entertain him with goofy-kid antics and NOBODY can make Leo laugh quite like Uly. Leo ADORES his brother. Worships him, I think. When I get overwhelmed with all of the daily stuff--the juggling that happens when you have more than one child, trying to live comfortably in a home that belongs to somebody else, postpartum depression--I try and focus on the things that *really* matter, and that's the good health we enjoy and the warmth and love of our friends, family, and each other.

Right now I can hear Uly *read* one of his favorite books to his daddy. It usually embarrasses me to get all slobbery-sentimental in a public way, but I look so forward to hearing this sweet ritual of theirs. It makes me a little sad that it was a horrible pregnancy that shifted Uly's affections over to his dad, but when I think about how awesome that is for both of them I can't help but also feel deeply gratified--and relieved.

Sweetness, all around.

July

July

Too busy to actually write something. That's OK, I'll just upload photos instead!

Loving it and WIPED

Totally tired, man.

It's all good :)

Today Uly found his long-gone Baby Doll and used his newly discovered mothering skills to nurse and pamper him. It was both creepy and very sweet. He insisted that Baby Doll wouldn't stop crying and thus needed to spend some time in the crib. He wiped it's rear-end about 500 times with a wet wipe and nearly went to tears when I wouldn't permit him to use the "butt cream" (Desitin). Although perhaps a little too attentive, Uly is a very good Mama.

Am I allowed to say that??

Ok, so now onto Leo.

This baby is freakin' A awesome. First class baby, all the way. Unless he is hungry, sleepy, or needs a fresh nappy, this kid is rational. You can talk him out of almost any level of hysteria, and if you play your cards right you might end up with a laughing baby. Yep, Leo laughs.

Two months old and this kid laughs, smiles, imitates sounds, ROLLS OVER from front to back AND back to front (twice that I've personally witnessed), pushes himself up on is forearms to look around, chews on his hands and anything you might have put in his hands, AND he sleeps in three hour blocks during the night. FOR REAL. Dream baby, fer shure.

Right now Leo is sleeping in his little crib (he likes that for naps) and Uly is in the bed next to him. I plucked Uly off of his father who was mowing the lawn (the most reliable way to get him asleep, though this isn't a planned affair) and little Leo had gone down only minutes prior. Good deal.

I love my boys.