Hooray for New Toys

Woog picked out his belated birthday gift from his Papa and Grandma Mullins- a tent, tepee and connecting tunnels... We set it all up and OH BOY was it exciting!
Squatting in his tent, Woog throws his toys down the long tunnel and zooms with all quickness after them. Woo Hoo!

Three Little Monkies

Bathtime for Babies...

A Sunny Day and Some Water

With the temperature hovering in the mid-70s and the sun shining bright, Woog ventured outdoors for a little change of scenery.

The Woog Stalks His Prey

Most mornings the Woog awakes with a big toothy grin, funny bedhead and bright, bright eyes. After a quick diaper change and some tummy, tummy, tummy kisses, we typically head downstairs for a little early morning playtime.

Often Woog makes a B-line for the noisiest toys- his music tables that blast popular nursery rhymes at decible a billion, his counting counting counting is such fun turtle (it lies...so not fun at 7am), his walk-behind bus-bus with a song about stoping and going, stoping and going... so we dance and clap and honk noses for a little bit. Later we'll eat some breakfast, wipe unwanted breakfast from walls, from hair, from Mama's face.

Sometimes Big Daddy wakes up while we're eating, but when he doesn't Woog LOVES to be the one to do it. Here he is going through his typical waking-the-daddy routine.

A Happy 30th Birthday for Mama

Hooray for Birthdays! Whatta handsome little HAM.

Kovi really liked clamboring around in the back of the pick-up- the same cannot be said for his hat.

Cheeeeeeeeeeeese (R)... Kovi was "caught" bouncing in his bed. Gotcha!

Woog looks like a dapper little man in his new duds from his Auntie Murray. Thanks!!! :)

The Bump...or Growth of Monolithic Proportions

Here she is... no doubt using my bladder as a trampoline (hence the nearby location of the bathroom). She's got roughly 7 weeks to go...so far, the strategically placed duct tape seems to be holding.

And how about that fashion statement- stripes and plaid- hot on the runway this season.

Pudding Pop

He says "Muuuah" while holding his chubby hand to his mouth. He answers "Yea" to most everything.

Mom: Do you have poop?

Woog: Uh, yea.

Mom: Do you want to eat lima beans?

Woog: Yea. (clapping)

When he's done eating, he says, "All done," and begins to unbuckled his highchair straps. Similarly, when he's done playing in the bath he stands up, repeats above phrase and holds his hand high in the air (sooo big) to be lifted out of the tub.

Everyday is something new. And wonderful.

Enjoy some of his cheesier moments from this evening....

Baby Girl Sings

La la la la... Baby Girl serenaded us during our last specialist visit, but that was all she offered up. Unwilling to cooperate for the camera, BGG threw her hands in front of her face, refusing to be seen. We did discover that she weighs 3lbs 6oz (right on track), that she has lots of hair and she has my toes (the second big toe as long as the first). Everything is looking good...rounding out week 30 in a few days!

Hooray... Big Boy Carseat!

This is was a huge (gulp) day for the Woog... the first ride in his new Big Boy carseat! It was SUPER! Woog smiled from the time he was buckled in- airplane arms and feet twirls... He loved looking out the window at a world that moved forward. He liked that I could tickle his piggies and held them up at the ready for me. Additionally, he passed the time in the car pulling items out of the diaper bag parked next to him. Juicy cup, ninners, diapers- all ended up rolling around on the floor in the back. Mental note: diaper bag goes on the floor next trip.

I'm so glad he's met this milestone, but simultaenously my mama heart is breaking. My tiny boy is growing up.

If you notice...Kovi's dressed in his new (and adorable) "K" hoodie vest, handmade by Grandma Lyn. (She made the beanie too) Thanks!

Woog Photo Op

This is how Woog prefers to use his new Big Boy carseat.

Protesting.

Hammin' it up.

DaDa and Woog playing Airplane. Apparently, it's hilarious.

As is the crash-landing.

The happiest little clicker..."click, click."

Snow...Fun to Look at, Not Fun to Touch

What IS this stuff, pondered little Woog whilst laughing wildly at the absurdity of the newly whitened landscape? Perhaps he likened it to a milky baba or the rice pudding he ate for breakfast...
Whatever IT is, Woog objects to touching it.
Initially, he reached his chubby little hobbit-hands out stretching down, down to the ground for a miniture handful of the cold stuff...digging his tiny digits into a soft pile only to gasp (AAAA) and pull away with speed reserved specifically for an open playroom gate. Bringing his freshly pinked appendage close to his face for serious inspection, he, enamored with the remaining snow crystals stuck to his thumb, was temporarily hypnotized by the newness of it all. A fierce shake of his hand and mini-protest later, he was ready to engage in snow experimentation yet again. Round 2.
Again, a tiny grasp- again a protest (AAAA). Hand open, hand close, hand open, hand close. He looked at me and with a scrunched up nose, squinted eyes and protruding tongue, proceeded to display for me (an inch from my nose) the remaining snow bits- fix it Mom. Shake, shake. Laugh.