Monday, June 29, 2009

My little Gypsy child

Brody had his first shop-lifting experience!
We were cruising the children's section of Ikea and he was getting pretty frustrated when he spotted the most hideous, gimptastic stuffed beaver and grabbed it right off the shelf. It was so pacifying that I let him hold onto it as I finished up loading the stroller with toys and organizational accessories. Now Ikea is quite larger and with a baby a little overwhelming, so by the time I'd lugged everything to the check-out and rung myself up through their self-checkout system I'd totally forgot he was clutching the beaver. Usually he hates stuffed animals and I honestly thought he would drop it immediately and I wouldn't have to purchase it. Anyway, when we got to the car there was no way I was turning around and paying for it... so now the beaver has come to live with us for good.

The good news is that his love for this creature seems to be undiminished. He holds it tightly and drags it around as he crawls. Today he was playing in one room with his balls and he suddenly gallop\crawled off into the living room. He quickly returned to the balls with the beaver. I guess he remembered it suddenly and just had to have it.

We've inappropriately named it Short Bus, as it looks like it would ride the short bus....we're terrible, I know... but we couldn't resisted. It's two teeth are all crooked and eyes don't match up!

You are invited

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Sunday, June 28, 2009

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Peace. Love. Dirt.

Fun at the Live Oak Festival, Brody's first concert experience was last night. My mom got us backstage passes and we had a wonderful time sitting right up front watching Dave Alvin & The Guilty Women.

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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Brody's World

Up until now, Brody's world has consisted of a small little house of the West Side of Santa Barbara, the Kitty, his mother and his father and the occasional mishap of remembering something or someone. However, this is all changing. He now remembers with certainty that he has great fun with his Nana and that he’ll find comfort and loving from his friend Delilah’s mom, Anna. He knows he is sure to find suffering and bondage in the car and cries as we approach it. He also is very suspicious of the changing table area and avoids it all together even though many of his toy reside there. He suspects there is fun to be had in the pantry area and tries without success, due to the baby gate we've installed, to discover this fun. He knows the sound of water filling up the bath means that there is fun to be had and suffers greatly when it means only that I am trying to take a solo shower (although this is a rare occurrence). And of course, he loves wheels, any shape, size or function. He seeks them out wherever we go.

He's discovering more and more daily! What sticks and what passes him by is a mystery.