A Snap Shot

Sometimes sneaking up on your kids reaps some sweet rewards (and sweet memories)...

The Dancer in All of Us

So Maeve wrapped up her first experience in a formal dance class through the YMCA. I'm still having some pangs of guilt for not having signed her up for the next session as soon as the previous session ended but I figured we'd take a short break and see if she's still receptive to it after holidays. My guess is, she will be. You'll see in the following clips she spent most of her time by the side of her dance class pal (in the royal blue leotard). Although you can't hear any music because I'm filming from behind a window, you get the general sense that she's having a pretty bangin' time in there. Dance your buns off Maeve.

I have compiled below a list of some of Michael's "firsts" and also some of the things that make him most happy in the life he has fervently lived thus far..

Dad: Da

Mom: Mah, mah, mah, mah...you get the idea
Maeve: Mae

Uh Oh: Ah-o
Banana: Na-na-na

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Next we have a couple of samplings of some of his responses to certain questions or cues:

What does the dog/bird/fish/kitty/elepant/horse/sheep/or just about any other animal roaming the planet say?  uh-uh
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Favorite foods (in no particular order): 

Goldfish crackers, tofu nuggets, shredded wheat cereal, pancakes, blueberries, dried cherries, prunes, banana, raisins, PB&J sandwiches, cheerios, yogurt, meatballs, avocado, cheese, peas, carrots (cooked of course), broccoli (well-done), applesauce, pears
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These are a few of his favorite things (again, in no special order):

Binky
Blanket

Books

Ball

Remote controls (it really IS a guy thing)

Phones

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Favorite activities:

Rocking back and forth from the moment you place him in his high chair until the moment he is released from his high chair

Reading books

Being outside 

Riding on his Dad's shoulders

Ripping his Mom's glasses off her face

Looking out the window

Swings

Going for rides in his red plastic sports car
Beating the you-know-what out of Chris' guitar while he's playing it (I like to call it "percussion")

Climbing stairs
Opening his Mom's night stand drawers (and then shutting his meaty fingers in them)
Throwing food on the floor 

Racing to the bathroom to begin unraveling the toilet paper roll before anyone else can get in there

Yanking his birdies out of their toy birdhouse and then stuffing them back inside 

Climbing...anything

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Sign language:

No (it figures...)

Stop 

More

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Michael, we love you like the dickens and are so proud of who you've become in such a short period of time.  You amaze us every day and command our love like no other.  Happy Birthday little one.  Love, Mom, Dad and Maeve

Ode to the Lumberjack

I'm a Lumberjack and I'm okay.

I sleep all night.  I work all day.

So Michael is a lumberjack.  I'm still not sure what Maeve's role is...