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?!?!

OK, you can stay for a little bit longer...

We're down in it here with a nasty chest cold and ear infection, replete with antibiotics and breathing treatments, all worthy of a much longer and funnier rant than I am capable of putting together after 5 days of very interrupted sleep. But tonight as I was fixing dinner Robert asked me for milk. And when I said, "Do you want chocolate milk?" (because I'm bribing him with ANYTHING to get him to drink right now) he looked up at me and said, "Yes, please, ma'am. And I love you, Mama."

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And I carried you for 40 weeks...

The following took place between 7:48 and 7:49 am:

Me: Hey Robert, do you want to go eat some coffee cake that Mama made?"

Robert: Yes!

Me: What kind of coffee cake do you think it is?

Robert: Burnt.

Niiiiiiice.

We're so lucky

It's hard to post about all the cute things that Robert is doing right now when I think about all the 2-year olds ( and everyone else) in Haiti. It is so heartbreaking to think about. Robert would like to urge you all at go to www.redcross.org or www.mercycorp.com and donate. We did and it was easy.