Cutometer
So, Noelle and Isaac and Sam and I are at the table the other night, and Isaac starts singing 'Scarborough Fair'. Not a normal song for a two year old, I'm impressed.

Then he starts on the second verse. Now I'm really impressed.

"Have her make me a cambric shirt.
Parsley sage, rosemary and thyme..."

Last night I ask Noelle, "Do you think Isaac has any idea what Cambric is?"
"Be serious," she replies. "Do you even know what it is?"
"I was hoping he could tell me."

So now we have a casette recording of Isaac singing Scarborough fair, Frere Jacques (in french), and a few lines from the Beatles "All Together Now."

In fact, last night, I was playing with a little south american looking frog shaped noise maker, and he brought in his tambourine, and started hammering it with chopsticks singing,
"On, two three four, can I have a little more?
Doot, de doot, Sail the ship!
Doot, de doot, Chop the tree,
Doot do doot, Skip the rope,
Doot do doot, look at meeeeeee"
Dragging the 'Me' out way longer than neccessary.
"All together now, all together now!"

That my friends, is the height of cute.

So now Sam is on solid food. Well, if you count brown rice mush as 'solid'. He loves it. In fact, we seem to have totally reset his feeding clock, so that now he doesn't want his 6:00 bottle, he wants mush, and lots of it, and he wants it now.

So he sits in his high chair, with a huge grin on his face, and his arms spread over the side, and his mouth open, waiting to be fed. Yes, he fancies his grub.

Have I mentioned that he is in the 95th percentile for weight, and the...um....er....75th for height?

Yes, he's a chunky monkey.

To the point that in the store when Isaac and I were buying freezies the other day, a little girl looks at him in his stroller, and says, "That's a fat baby!"
I think her mom was a little floored, but I was just a little offended. I think of him as more rubanesque.

Also, speaking of people commenting randomly on my kids, a woman comes up in the previously mentioned Denningers (our Saturday morning donut and yogurt drink stop), and says,
"Is he normally this good, or is he on his best behaviour?"
"No, he's normally pretty good," I reply.
"You must be doing something right."

So that felt good, but to be honest, Isaac was on his best behaviour. When I was away, Isaac had a pretty major meltdown on Friday morning, and was told that he wouldn't be getting the toy I brought back for him from Jersey. I then got home, and showed him the Caterpiller Backhoe, and the noises and lights it made, and told him he had to be good until Sunday afternoon in order to get it.

Bribery is a wonderful tool, and I know I'm not the only one to use it. In fact, I seem to recall a certain cousin who was paying her son a loonie for every night he slept in his own bed.

So I don't feel that bad about it.