Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Welcome to the World of Charlie Brown


Last weekend Shaggy was getting together with some guys in the neighborhood to talk about brewing beer. Two of them went to the third one’s house where his 5-year-old told them his dad was out on a bike ride and would be back soon. As they walked away, the 5-year-old’s friend asked him ‘Who were they?’ and Shaggy heard the neighbor boy reply: “One of them is my neighbor and the other one is the baby’s dad.”

Shaggy was the baby's dad, and he realized then that he had crossed into the Charlie Brown world where all the adults are just someone’s parents, and to the kids they only sound like “Waa waa waaah.”

Saturday, April 24, 2010

What Lucy is Reading Now


Answer: Pages she tore out of the scrabble dictionary. Letters that start with Aa have now been committed to intestinal memory. Future book burner? Only time will tell.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Friday Cute Shot

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

But She Still Prefers to Walk


A little over a month ago, almost imperceptibly at first, Lucy began to move forward. It started with a little foot propulsion, a swift kick with pointed toes that allowed her to reach an inch or two forward to reach a toy where days before she could only roll over, arch her back, and hope.

Within a week the arms got into the action as well, and a frog-legged push with a bent knee coupled with a nice pull could move her across the floor in half-foot jags.

By a week later she could cross the entire rug in a short pass, particularly if a delicious power cord or a juicy pair of shoes lay within reach on the other side of the room. She would get up on her hands and knees sometimes, but attempts to move like that were frustrating and she'd usually just end up on her belly again, shuffling and scooting with aplomb.

Eventually the hands and knees movement got a little more coordinated, and she could get in a move from one knee to the other before collapsing once again.

And now, sometime in the last week or so, it has become official. Lucy can crawl.



As far as she is concerned, however, crawling is just a means to a much better end: