Good Therapy

Right after Michael's shoulder surgery, he was given a tub of neon-green therapy putty by his physical therapist. Jonah confiscated the putty the very afternoon it appeared on the kitchen counter. Something so brightly colored and so wonderfully squishy had to be destined for greater things.

He's been playing with it almost every day since. This morning, I think the putty finally served it's intended purpose. It was great therapy for this sick little guy. He was back to normal, smiling and laughing, by the end of his putty session...

Milestones

Gracie is churning out the big baby milestones this week...

• She started eating solid food without a tongue thrust and has developed a love for lemon yogurt.
• I found her standing in her crib last night. I left her laying on her back, turned around to get some teething tablets crushed up, and when I walked back over to her, she was grinning like a shot fox and doing a little bop while hanging on to the rail. Apparently, she can pull up!
  
• She started to crawl. Not her little inchworm maneuver, but a full blown crawl. She can't do it for very long before she collapses on her tummy and starts inching again, but she's definitely on her way to figuring it out.
• And, this weekend, she met Mammaw finally!

...and the Bear's not so hot

Our poor Jonah Bear had a rough weekend. I'm pretty sure food poisoning is the culprit. Nothing stayed in is little tummy yesterday. Not even saltine crackers and water. Amazingly, he managed to barf in the toilet 5 out of 6 times yesterday. He got to a point where he stopped telling me he felt sick. He would just take off running to the bathroom. The fourth time, he told me his heart was broken. I'm not sure if he was just milking the sympathy, or if he thought his heart was in the toilet!

Fun for Everyone

Our new neighborhood Sam's Club had a screamin' deal on this jumpy chair during their opening weekend, so we came home with it.
Gracie loves it. She's bounces and rattles and bangs to her heart's content.
Jonah loves it. If you can't tell from the picture, he has some tape wrapped around the arch and is pretending to tow Gracie away. (He's obsessed with tow trucks.)
Dixie loves it, because it rattles and squeaks and it's something new to lick.
Lucy loves it, because it keeps Gracie's sweaty little hands away from her fur.
Mama and Daddy love it because it keeps everyone happy.

Public Displays

Three things happened during our trip to the mall last night.

1) Jonah repeatedly (read, dozens of times) asked, "we get some ice cream, please?"

2) While we were standing in the line to get ice cream looking UP at the menu and not DOWN at the short person, Jonah dropped his pants to show several hundred strangers in the food court his new underwear. Good thing Daddy just happened to glance down.

3) After the ice cream was purchased, Jonah tried to hold it, walk, and eat it all at the same time resulting in a major brain circuit overload. When Daddy took the ice cream away to help Jonah regroup, Jonah threw himself on the ground stomach first, and began to beat the floor with his hands. Oh.Kay.

I'm not sure how it happened, but somehow we rallied and had a lovely family outing. I guess that's just life with an opinionated three year old.