Visit!

So this last weekend my cousins Catherine and Rachel, with Rachel's two boys in tow, stopped by the Farm on their way to Indiana.  Robert had a great time playing with Ellis, and loved having a "big boy" to play with.  They especially had fun on our ghetto version of a waterslide, which involves duct taping a running garden hose to the top of the Little Tikes slide that is set in the baby pool.  Classy.  But, apparently, fun.

Not that it was all fun and games.  We made sure to get some work out of the boys.  Here they are helping Rob put away the hoops from the raspberries...

Finally, it was interesting to watch Robert interact with baby Maddox, who is 6 months old.  He was very good with Maddox, and didn't even mind when Mama held the baby... too much.

He's kissing Maddox, not biting him.  I promise.

Daddy Who?

So Robert has this giant rubber duck (that used to be MY rubber duck, BTW) that is the Mama duck of the approximatley 523 rubber ducks that live at our house.  Incidentally, there is no apparent Daddy duck (which will come later in this story), but somehow this unwed mother duck continues to reproduce with apparently different Daddy ducks from such places as "Jamaica," "Nashville," and "Firefighter."  Anyway, (and I am hoping for some kind of personal responsibility program for wayward Mama ducks from the Party of No any day now before there is no where left to sit in this house) Robert informed me tonight as we were getting ready for bed (well, Robert was getting ready for bed... actually, I was getting Robert ready for bed... with 4 jobs and only 2 days of daycare a week, Mondays aren't a day I get to go to bed, but back to the story) that Mama Duck had a baby.



Robert:  Mama Duck has a baby.
Me (trying to sound remotely interested): Does she?
Robert: Yes.  He's two-and-a half.
Me:  Really?  What's his name?
Robert: His name is.... Kyle. (Delightedly pleased-at-himself-for-being-so-subtle look on his face.)
Me:  Is that so?  What's his Mama's name?
Robert: Wizbet Felder.
Me: And what's his Daddy's name?
Robert: Tuba.

Beach!

More pics to come soon, but I forgot my camera's cord, so these are some pics from Mom's camera.

It's on like Donkey Kong

Tomorrow morning Robert and I head off to the beach with Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Carol (in one Buick--pray for us).  Rob, Spot, and Tucker will follow along on Saturday.  So expect a plethera of posts (of course, everyone who reads them will be at the beach with us) this week.  With cute, sandy pic goodness.  I can't wait!

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.