Best. Quote. Ever.

On the phone tonight, as I was saying good bye to Robert, he said (and I am NOT making this up), "I love you.  See you soon.  Everybody poops."

Just so I don't forget

I keep meaning to write down some of the cute things that Robert says in his baby book because I know I will forget them when he moves on to the next cute thing.  I also mean to post more here, so two birds+ one stone= this blog post.  If you are just looking for pictures, then scroll down.

Two of our favorites right now are "I no wanna be sack-mo-tatoes" when he gets thrown bodily over someone's shoulder (we've decided that "Sack-mo-tatoes" should be Robert's Native American name), which is so cute we often make him the sack of potatoes just to hear him protest, and "May I peas be a goose" which is what "May I please be excused" sounded like the first few times he said it and we've laughed so hard at it that now he'll probably never say it correctly.  Another of his current greatest hits is, "No, I wanna make GOOD choices" which invariably comes 10 seconds after a very BAD choice for which a consequence is afoot.    He also apparently thinks that Rob and I are total narcissists, because he sings the Barney theme song (yes, Barney.  Ugh.) as "You love you, You love me."  I don't have the heart to correct him-- at least, until I get him on video at least once.

A boy and (someone else's) dog

Robert had the double treat today of Uncle Jonathan AND his favorite giant dog, Mabel.  Much cuteness ensued.

Golf!

Maybe there's more to a name than Shakespeare gives credit, but Robert has been obsessed with golf since he was less than a year old.  Which is why it was so great that he got to go to the country club with his Meema and Grumpy the last time we were in Lancaster.  (Rob and I had forgotten to pack our country club duds and were therefore forced to stay home and drink beer.  I'm considering some kind of civil rights suit just as soon as I stop liking an afternoon of free babysitting and beer.)  Robert had a good time, though something spooked him about the golf carts.  He keeps saying, even a month later, at random times, "there were people on the carts."  Not sure what that was all about, but, hey, what's a little trauma compared to the afternoon of free babysitting and beer?  That's what I was thinking.  So thanks to the Felters for both the trip, and the pics.

And I'm back

Ok, I know, I know.  And I have nothing in the way of excuses.  Except that not that much has been happening here.  Or maybe a lot has.  I don't really know anymore.  Robert is just chatting up a storm now, and starting to make up stories.  Which is pretty cute.  I'd tell you one, but I can't remember any of them.  Needless to say, we're in another bad sleep stretch.  My only hope is that eventually it will have to be his girl (or boy) friend who is up with him in the middle of the night.  Does Match.com take toddlers?

We've been enjoying the good weather by spending a lot of time at the farm.  Robert has a regular play ground there now with a sandbox, swingset, and slide.  Poor Carol's yard may never be the same, but Robert adores it.  Here's a picture of a very spoiled grandson in his new frog raincoat, standing in his sandbox-- all courtesy of his Grandma Beth.

And, of course, some obligatory Easter Pics...

                                                

Happy Birthday, Grandma

Snowpocolipse 2010

We've had a busy but home-bound week with the 26" inches of snow we have accumulated (8" more on the way!) and a bad cold-turned-ear-infection-turned-sinus-infection-turned-pneumonia. Suffice it to say that Robert and I have spent pretty much every waking hour together for the last 2 weeks and I have a new-found respect for stay-at-home moms. Or, it has increased my assertion that they all need to be put in asylums, I can't decide. I know I would willingly go to the asylum myself if they promised, on pain of death, that I would NOT have to watch Little Einsteins there. Anyway. Robert's response to the 3' piles of snow that line our driveway was "Holy Cow!" and he has pronounced walking on the snow to be "crunchy." Where do they learn these things?!?!