You Say It's Your Birthday

Well, it was a week early but Genevieve had her party today. She had it at the same place as last year and had a blast again.


Rockin' the ball pit


Sophie was mesmerized by whack-a-mole. I didn't think she knew that there could be a game where she would be encouraged to smash things with a mallet instead of getting a time-out.


If you ask me they should be ashamed to call this a Ferris Wheel but the kids loved it. Some kids even cried when their turn was over.


Riding out for pizza and cake.


Carrie made the cake and it was yummy. She also made cupcakes...notice a theme?

Traditions of Excess

Jonah went in for his first round weigh-in. I mean first month check-up.

Height: 22.5 Inches (50-75 percentile)
Weight: 12lbs 4oz (75-90 percentile)

As you can see he is gaining about one pound a week. He'll be a good eating size in no time.


Didn't this cradle used to be bigger?



Genevieve went in for her five year check-up on the same day. The doctor said it would be a crime if they didn't let her into first grade next year.

Height: 43 inches (50-75 percentile)
Weight: 47 lbs (75-90 percentile)

Reading Is Fundamental

No more fooling around. This time she can really read:

Check Up, Please

Jonah turned one month last week. I attempted to have a one-month check-up for him but it did not work out. We are going to try again next week. I am not too concerned, though. People are shocked that he is only one month old when they see him so he sounds right on track to me.

Jonah is starting to be awake more and even gives me a smile every once in a while. He also enjoys watching the Genevieve and Sophie show.


"This chick is crazy!"


"Do you smell that?"

Kids Say The Darndest Things

Genevieve recently had a few amusing misunderstandings.

"Genevieve, can you go pick up that phone book over there and bring it to me." "Daddy, why did you say foam? This book isn't made out of foam."

"Sophie is invited to my birthday party and so are you and so is Jonah and so is Noodles."
"Well, Noodles can't come to your party."
"Why not?"
"She has to hold down the fort."
"Why does she need to hold down the floor?"
"I said: fort. Hold down the fort."
"What fort?"
"It is a saying. It means she needs to watch the house."
"She'd have to do that from outside."

good grief.

Sophie has also started on a strange mannerism. She used to call me mommy-daddy which isn't too surprising as I'm clearly the daddy version of mommy. Now she calls me Daddy-daughter. It isn't just me though, she calls Carrie: Mommy-daughter. While this is odd what makes it odder still is that she wants to be called Sophie-Cinderella. I don't mind calling her Cinderella but I really wish she would mop the floors.