Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Out of Gas?

Yesterday I saw Peter climb up in the window seal in his room and walk across it. I told him not to do that again. Later I went downstairs, Peter followed me down a few minutes later.
I could hear Abby crying from upstairs, so I asked Peter why she was crying. He said,
"Abby ran out of gas?"
"She ran out of GAS?"
"Yes, Abby ran out of gas, she ran out of fuel, she ran out of energy."

I was obviously very perplexed by this conversation and went upstairs to see the problem for myself. My first discovery was that Peter had closed the door behind him leaving Abby trapped in the room. My next discovery gave me more insight into the way Peter's brain works. Abby was indeed stopped in her tracks, if you will, and she was crying. In Peter's world objects in motion only stop when a) there is red signal ahead, or b) they are out of gas, fuel, steam oil, or energy. I however theorize her lack of motion was due to the fact that she was paralyzed by fear due to the fact she was standing in the window seal, as per her brother's example, and was unable to find a way down. I have never seen Abby scared like that, and it was pretty sad, while being simultaneously hilarious. I tried to restrain my laughter as I helped Abby down from her self made trap.

In other news Abby's obsession with shoes has intensified, and seems to be expanding to include all attire. A few days ago she had a little tantrum because she could only wear one sweater at a time. I tried tying the sweater around her waist and shoulders, but it was not good enough. She has also taken to trying to dress Peter and put his shoes on for him.
A few weeks ago Abby started finding her shoes first thing in the morning and requesting they be put on by bringing the shoes to the closest person and repeating "shoes, shoes, shoes" over and over until they complied. Next she kept her shoes on all day, and finally she has insists on napping and sleeping overnight with her shoes on! I really thought I liked shoes, but this is a whole new realm of dedication for me.

The other day I was thinking about the way she says shoes, "choos," not to be confused with "choo-choos" which are also in great supply, and all of the sudden I got really nervous. I thought, oh no maybe she really does want Choos, we can't possibly afford them and you really have to be somebody to get them in an infant 4.

Somehow both our children have obsessive tendencies.

Since I haven't posted in so long I thought I would also include pictures of our trip to St. George. Just in case you were wondering what southern Utah needs more than rain, it is a man-made river running through town. But, rest assured they have their river. This is Peter with one of his cousins. We went to the opening of this new park while we were there. It was really fun, it felt like a trip back in time to before environmentalism got in the way of recreation.

Here is my vinyl bird that my Mom mocked me for buying, but I like it. I am looking for a window to put over it.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

A couple of monkeys

Grandma and Grandpa suggested Peter needed a haircut. So before we went to the Zoo Peter got his first professional haircut. As the picture begins to suggest, he was not very happy about it. If you look closely you can see the first of many tears forming.
This is "Baby Emily" (not to be confused with Emily the train) on her first visit to the Zoo. Don't worry, she didn't really ride in the wagon. Abby is a huge baby Emily fan!
As a little side note, this is me with my Dad trying to load giant beams. I might have offended some workers that were helping us by saying, "It's a good thing I went to college, because I don't think I could have made a living by working like this." I think it was most helpful for me to get out of the way. I did redeem myself when we unloaded them without the workers.

Peter especially loved the monkeys at the Zoo!