Thank You & Look Who Is Crawling!

Wyatt loves his newest puppy addition from Aunt Rachel. Thanks so much! It came at the perfect moment when he was teetering on the edge of a tantrum. Phew! You saved us from a cry fest.

Look out everybody! Cyrus has started to crawl, and I am realizing as he is gaining speed that I need to sweep more than once a day. I was not prepared for this moment. I thought that I had more time, but he decided that now is as good a time as any. I am worried that he is going to start sprinting soon. I only run a 10 minute mile, so I'd better start training.

Big Bro

Calvin is a great big brother. He alone holds the power to make Cyrus laugh his hardest and smile his biggest. We are lucky to have such a sweet big brother around the house.

Three Tennis

{Calvin - In the role of "The Launcher"}

Calvin recently made up his own game, aptly named "Three Tennis."

Here is how you play:

1. There is one "launcher," and his job is to take three tennis balls, put them in a tennis ball container (yes, the same one you got when you bought them), and "launch" the balls from the tube by swinging you arm as fast as you can from one side to the other.

2. There are three "hitters" that each hit one of the balls that the launcher has launched.

3. If no one hits the ball, then the launcher gets a point. If all three hitters hit the ball, they get a point. If just one or two of the hitters hit the ball, no one gets a point.

Of importance:

1. The only official playing court is located on Staten Island, NY, in our apartment's parking lot.

2. It is a good idea to ask your neighbor from India to play as he is a willing participant. He also has, according to him, 346 cousins. So you know that if you are in a pinch for players you could just ask him to bring along a cousin or two.

{Calvin and said friend from India, A.J., not pictured: 346 cousins}

3. If you are missing a player, the game changes to "Two Tennis." I'm sure you can figure out the rule change from there.

*****Also Note: When playing with your son, be sure to sport the official uniform: a "Kansas, what's the pig deal?" T-shirt, ill-fitting-supposed-to-be-knee-length royal blue sweats, grey slip on tennis shoes, and ankle socks. Don't forget to over concentrate when hitting the ball. It even helps to scowl.

The Secret Is Out

Well, now you know. Noah and I don't believe in beds for our children. We have a bed, but we don't think that our kids really need them. Nope, we just let them sleep in the bathtub. It makes the transition from bath time to bedtime seamless. Wyatt is by far our most obedient child. He always listens when we say, "Go get a bath and then go right to sleep."