F in July

So our little Buddha is now 15 months old and he is as delicious as ever. He now calls his two sisters by name (Ah-leee and Moh-ah) and yells mamá at me, his father, and anyone else whose attention he wants.

F is as fat as can be despite his almost 100% walking. Only when he was deliriously tired at camp in VT last week did he crawl a bit as he stumbled all over the lawn.

F is picky about his fruit and will not eat any mushy fruit, melon, or nectarines. Strawberries are his obsession.

He squeals with delight when he sees V, playing like a maniac with him at all times.

When he is feeling annoyed or smothered he will let you know with his voice and his teeth if necessary:)

It is hard to believe that he is so big. Nursing stopped about a month ago and in two months he will start BT. Trying hard to savor this last big baby while we can.

July A & V

Me- ¡A comer!
V- You made me get out of focus.

Me- Excuse me.
A- Don't worry. My bed is full of farts!



In the car listening to the radio...
V- I don't like this song. Singer is saying random words to make a good rhythm.

V- Adele says nice things in her songs.

A- Can you think of any reason why I can't be a pop star?
V- I want to be Hamilton.
Me- That is not a singer. Just a famous musical about a politician.
V- Can I be a singer when I am 18? No, a drummer.
A- Maybe we can be in the same band?

V on mini F- He is disintegrating my face! He is going to eliminate it.

V- I think if you have a baby when you are 50 you go unconscious.

A to me- When I came to see you in the hospital, you smelled different.