Wednesday, August 30, 2006

A Song to Dance to

Out for a drive on a windy day, Atticus asked me to turn down the music so that he could sing me a song. With apologies to 50 Cent I obliged. This was the song that Atticus sang:

the sky dances, the trees dance, the leaves and the bushes dance
the car dances, trucks, vans and planes
everything dances
houses and horses dance,
everything dances...
except the dirt and mailboxes

I asked, "they don't dance?", and he thought a moment then continued:

the dirt and the mailboxes, they do dance
the gates dance too
everything dances
Daddy dances and Atticus dances
we all are dancing,
except Zane. Zane can't dance.

Other than having Zane and me confused, he was right. It was a windy day, and everything danced.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

L.A. Style

I always figured that my kids would be hipper than me. I just didn't think it would happen at three.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Growing, Crawling & Chillin'

As you may have guessed, the boys are big and getting bigger. Zane is starting to crawl and has been working his way around the house, spending most of his time with the dogs and various power chords. He is already a thrill seeker.

Atticus is still an excellent big brother, splitting his time between doting on Zane and playing games on the computer. I can't wait until it cools down outside so we can all go out in the yard a little more and play out there. I don't want Atticus to become some computer geek. Next thing you know he'll be blogging.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Six Months for One, or Half-Year of the Other

Today Zane turns 6 months old. For a baby that is a milestone akin to a teen turning 16 and getting their license or a college kid turning twenty-one and getting their first beer. It's that big. Being six months is big business for a baby. Congrats Zane!

Friday, August 11, 2006


Zane does not care for sleep. He sees it as a sign of weakness. Getting Zane to go to bed is like getting Mel Gibson to quit drinking. Except Zane is not anti-Semitic. Still, he throws a fit and says things that he should regret. It is an exercise in frustration.

Atticus is no better at accepting an induced sleep, but he will allow himself to succumb to it when it shows up uninvited. Unlike Zane, Atticus does not have a set bedtime. Rather, he sits on the couch, watching TV and eating pizza until he passes out. Basically he has already mastered the skills that will guide him far into manhood.

As for myself, I have no such qualms concerning a good slumber. I can sleep anywhere at anytime. I can sleep for hours. My problem is I'm not allowed the chance.

There are two little obstacles on my long and winding road, and exhausting as they may be, they make the ride all the more enjoyable.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Even Bunnies Can Be Scary

Zane has a mobile above his bed that was at one time decorated with various "cuddly" animals. Over the coarse of his time in lock-down they have mysteriously vanished. I had assumed that they had come loose and managed to fall under the crib and/or been raked into a pile of other cuddly things. I'm not saying that didn't happen, but I'm starting to develop another theory.

I suspect the rabbit. He is the lone survivor. He just hangs there, silent and stoic, guarding the entrance to Zane's crib. It reminds me of Fatal Attraction. He shows no sign of remorse or loss. I fear that he is mocking me.

Zane does not seem to care one way or the other. He does not care for conspiracy theories. He has a rabbit guarding his crib, and that's okay with him.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

I Get Around

Zane is almost 6 months and he is a scootin' little rascal. A moment on the floor and he is rolling, pulling and wiggling himself into all sorts of places. The lastest was under the ottoman. He was stuck, but being the good sport that he is he posed for some pictures and shared a laugh before demanding his removal.