You gonna finish that?

Well nothing pleases me more than a fat baby, especially when it's my fat baby. Oscar is a chow hound lately, and I'm going to chalk it up to a growth spurt and not his bid for childhood obesity. Baby food is so last month and he'll only eat whatever everyone else is eating. No complaint here. Tonight he had raw salmon from the sushi we bought. He's pretty cosmopolitan. He also has four teeth, working on six, and can pull up and cruise on pretty much anything. He's like Annie on speed. She didn't start this sort of behavior until at least a month later. He's also, well, a little more, how shall I say, aggressive than Annie ever was or is. His favorite game when I'm nursing him now is to bat at my face. Well, not so much "bat," as to whack. He's strong, too. Not so funny, Oscar. Not so funny. He's learned that when we give him his lion lovey in his room it means nap time, so he's strategically figured out how to take said lovey and throw him violently on the floor. I'm thinking we're in for a ride with this one. Buckle up.

On the Annie front, she LOVES school and all the playdates that come with it. Her social calendar would rival that of President Obama if I let it. It's too exhausting. Mama needs her down time. She even recounts the day on the way home from any final event: "We only did THREE things today, Mama." She's also developing quite the sense of humor. Here she is taking clothes from the laundry basket and putting them on herself because that's the funniest thing ever, and if you don't think so, you're stupid. She watched her first movie this weekend so the grown-ups could have dinner in peace: Toy Story. It was worth it. I wanted to watch it with her to be there for this big moment, but the big glass of red wine and adult conversation won the contest. Sorry, kid.

The weather is finally getting a little cooler so we're again enjoying the reason we moved from Houston: seasons. I busted out the outdoor broom and some yard bags and did a ton of weeding and sweeping. I've got to build my upper body strength if I'm ever going to take on Oscar when he turns a year. I swear there's a punching bag hidden somewhere in his crib.

And now, a little traveling music: