Joe Photo

Dylan borrowed my camera the other night and did a little self-photography. There were many pictures to choose from, but here are three of my favorites:

Shaking His Sugar

While I am teaching dance, Izzy and Dylan get to go to the "Kid's Club". I can see them from my studio, which is really nice. Depending on the day, they can do cooking classes, rock climbing, art projects, etc. I recorded the kids during "Kid's Fit", which is a class where they stretch their muscles, exercise, and play games like dodgeball and car lot. It is so good for them. I had to laugh at Dylan. He's half the size of everyone, but he's shaking it pretty well. And, if you watch closely, he is putting forth very little effort at the end until he notices that I'm filming, then suddenly his knees get higher. Funny.

Growing Up

Isabelle went to a baptism preview a few Sundays ago, and I thought I'd post a picture. She was very excited to go, and I thought she looked especially pretty and grown up. It was a really nice program, and Izzy is more excited than ever for her 8th birthday!

I LOVE Sweet Juniper

Sweet Juniper is one of my very favorite blogs. Ever. I promise reading this post will make you smile-

Please, Nobody Sneeze
# posted by jdg @ 10:47 AM


Our baby boy is walking; at least, he's doing that ten-step creaky-mummy-emerging-from-the-tomb toddle from mom to dad and dad to mom and sometimes dad to sister or sister to dog. With this new mobility comes a new sense of dread: just when I had grown comfortable thwarting him and his ground-slapping crawl from causing too much damage around the house, he's working on this stealthy bipedal ambulation. Next it will be the grappling hook and the throwing star. I'm screwed.

The kids and I spent part of the afternoon yesterday going through the old DV tapes looking for footage of Juniper's first steps. We didn't find it, but we watched a lot of tape of me ordering my daughter to dance in this desperate and slightly-effeminate voice. I half expect her to turn towards the camera each time and say, "Dude, I am NOT your monkey. Stop telling me to dance." But what comes out of her mouth instead is complete and total gibberish. Somehow, though, the dude with the slightly-effeminate voice is conversing with her and actually responding to all that jibber-jabber. It was like watching a younger version of yourself deftly haggling over the price of red bell peppers with a street vendor in Budapest, except you don't remember knowing any Hungarian. To put it even more simply, it was like watching Han Solo have a conversation with Chewbacca.

I look at my toddling son, not yet having uttered a single word. We still have to go through all that with him, I think. I'd better brush up on my Wookiee.

I remember being so excited watching her language skills evolve into something tangible. I go back and read old posts on this site and sometimes cringe at the things I've put between quotation marks for her. Did she really talk like an Indian sidekick in an old cowboy movie? The video confirms it. As awesome as it was watching her learn to speak, I can't help but appreciate this articulate nearly-four-year-old creature we have now who can communicate in more than yawps and exaggerated groans.

For dinner yesterday I made her spaghetti and meatballs from scratch. She told me she didn't want spaghetti and meatballs but I made it for her anyways and let her help with the sauce. When I finally brought the plate over to the table, I sat down with her and started singing "On Top of Spaghetti." The line "I lost my poor meatball" threw her into hysterics. Between sobs, actual plump tears coursed down her reddened cheeks. "What?" I asked. "What is wrong?"

"I don't like that song, pops!" She yelled. I stopped singing.

After she was about half done with her meal, I started humming it again. I don't know what's wrong with me: sometimes I just can't help myself. She immediately commenced with the wailing and blubbering again. I looked at my wife. I think this is hilarious, too, her eyes and clenched jaw told me. When Wood pretended to sneeze on her meatballs, Juniper practically went into convulsions. "Why don't you like the song, kiddo?" I asked.

"Because my brain doesn't like it when things are 'poor' or when things get lost."

We tried logic. We tried reason. It was just a meatball. It didn't matter. She's a kid. Even if she's able to make a perfect sentence, that doesn't mean she has to make any sense.

My Mom is Amazing!

My mom is an incredible seamstress, as you can see from the following pictures. Isabelle got spoiled with handmade outfits for her American Girl Bitty Baby. There are jeans, dresses, and pj's--along with everything in between. There are even bracelets, a headband, a blanket...the list goes on and on! What a special gift.

These dresses are so sweet. Look at the attention to detail. Hand painted buttons, ruffles, and a sweet little hat to match the blessing dress. These are priceless treasures that Isabelle will keep forever and hopefully one day pass along to her daughter. Thank you so much, mom!!

Walking With Dinosaurs

Last week, Luke treated us to an evening out. We took the kids to "Walking With Dinosaurs" at the arena. It was killer! You can see how big the dinosaurs really are when you compare them to the guy on the floor. Thanks for an awesome night, Luke!

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