The Coinslinger

Hard to believe almost a month has passed since my last post. Busy times. The Grub is a couple months old and the size of babies twice her age. (I like to say it that way.)

The Bug has a new game that I really would like to know how she started. It involves her picking an imaginary coin out of a nonexistent pocket and throwing it at the recipient with a forceful flick of the wrist.

Impressively, she can perform this feat with ambidextrous rapid succession. The recipient is expected (rather obligated) to pretend to catch the coin. Hearty congratulations all around for games well played.

Whistle Bug

Small children capture attention. The Bug and the Grub have a bit of a competition going. More of a conscious effort on the Bug's part.

A recent, and endearing, pay-attention-to-me-now technique involves sticking the tip of her finger in her mouth and making a little scream. The toddler whistle. Hard to ignore.

Without going into details, a more daddy directed effort centers around her saying "chocolate cake." The expectation is that I take off running to another room and she can control me. When I exercise my independence, she throws her arms up and yells, "Biiiig chocolate cake!" I laugh, but I don't move.

Attention is a good thing to give children. Positive reinforcement helps with behavioral progress. Such as the Bug's first sucessful use of her frog potty.

All things considered, the Grub's attention getters reign supreme. All around the clock.

Call Time

All the practice the Bug has put in on fake phones (remote controls, video game controllers, shoes, etc.) finally paid off. Recently, we had an actual conversation on the phone, as opposed to the usual silence of her nodding and waving.

Sure. The conversation mainly concerned the monkey and dolly having two eyes, going to play in the dark room, waiting for the light to warm up, and what play was about to transpire and with whom. Still, the lack of previous warm ups made it a tad overwhelming.

The Bug and the Grub

Last week, our family grew by nine pounds, ten ounces, and twenty one and a half inches. And I am quite outnumbered in the boy-girl ratio.

So far, the Grub eats like a heavy baby and sleeps like a newborn.

Granny has been helping with the house and the Bug while I am working long hours. The bug is rather fond of her little sister and tolerant of having to share her mom (as long as she's well rested). Which also helps.

The Bug likes to help by pointing out, "baby crying." She enjoys checking on the Grub with an, "Oh, kewt!"