Mr. Sandman

Cody is having the best week of his life, I think. He has added about 40 new words in the past few days, including "ocean," "beach," "pool pool," "water," "shovel," "bucket," "dig," "thunder," "swimmer," "seagull," and on and on. And when he saw the ocean, he strode headlong into the sea like George Costanza going after the golf ball stuck in the whale's blowhole, only wearing an Elaine-like urban sombrero. Here are some highlights.







Cody and Mom...


1-2-3 WHEE with Aunt Kelly and Dad...


Looking at shells with Granny...


Fetching a pail of water (for the 3,422nd time) with Aunt Kelly...


Discovering seaweed...



But the best of all was the shovel and bucket -- and the best part of that was his repeated exclamation of "DUMP!" as he poured water all over himself and everyone/thing else, again and again. It never got old. To him.












Sandiest bottom on the island.

Movin' On Up

Well, we survived the move. Rather well, all things considered, though it has been a complete zoo. But the day before we moved -- after hours of packing and taping and boxing and maybe a little swearing -- our dear friends at Buzz threw us a going-away party, which was refreshing and just perfect. Cody started his dinner with cake -- first with a spoon, then his hands, then just dove right in, face-first.



Here's Cody and his Sully -- he will so miss seeing her every day, but we promise to visit often!!

Here are Cody and Daddy, reading and saying prayers in our last night in the place that has been home Cody's whole little life. (Sniff, sniff.)



And the next day...the move! It went surprisingly smoothly, save for a few minor fiascos. Cody was deeply confused by his "new house" and did a lot of clinging at first (and that night, woke up screaming at 3:30: "MAMA! MAAAAAAMA!!!" having no idea where he was). But as usual, he found everything pretty interesting, and soon went into adventure mode. The cutest was him staring out the window at the deck, which looks a lot like the deck at our condo pool, and saying over and over, "Pool? Pool!" No wait, the cutest was his sheer joy at having an ice machine in his OWN REFRIGERATOR. No, no, the cutest was watching him learn to negotiate the step into the sunken living room (easy to miss) and repeating our instructions: "SIT! SCOOT!" out loud.

I have to say, I'm not surprised that his first stop was the fireplace. Moth to a flame, baby. Moth to a flame. He knows just how to give his Granny palpitations.

Because he has The Greatest Pop-Pop In The World, Cody was not that unsettled in his new room -- because it was painted exactly like his old room (thank you thank you Daddy!). And true to form, he was less interested in his toys than in the boxes.




And plenty of boxes there are. : ) More soon, dear readers (is adding the "s" overestimating our audience? :) but for the next few weeks, blogging will be a bit light. I'm just glad I could find my laptop. The charger is another question...

Buzz Party

We walked into Buzz this morning and saw this sign:



Basically, the sweetest thing ever. If you're in the neighborhood today around 4:30, please come by!

Granny! Pop-Pop!!

It happened again! I woke up Thursday morning and GRANNY WAS IN THE LIVING ROOM! And then she stayed with me ALL DAY while Mommy went to work!!


We played with Baby a lot. Granny made up a funny game where we find Baby's belly button! We did it over and over and over. And I learned to say "BUTTON!"

After we found Baby's belly button, we found MINE! It's amazing.

And THEN...when I got up today, POP-POP WAS HERE, TOO!!! I gave him SUCH a big hug. And I gave him lots of high-fives, too.

At the end of an awesome day (Mom took me swimming!!) we went out to dinner. I was so good! Mommy said I had a trail of crumbs under me just like Hansel. I was SUCH a good eater. And I LOVED sitting at the big table with Granny and Pop-Pop.


Aren't they so cute? I love you Pop-Pop and Nay Nay! Thank you for EVERYTHING! Come back soon, ok?

Cuteness Cubed

Farm Noises

He knows.

Bless Me, Father, For I Have Crunched

Hi! I don't have much time, because I have not been such a good sleeper the last couple of days, and I need to get back in bed before Mommy catches me. But I have two interesting things to tell everyone. One is that I had breakfast at church yesterday! Since we were all awake, we went to the very first Mass of the day -- the one with all the old ladies who think I am so cute. And I ate my cheerios in the confessional! It's this really interesting room at the back of the church that I found when I was exploring. Usually when we get there, we walk around to say hi to my friends -- Baby Jesus, St. Anthony, John Paul, and of course Mary. The big Mary, not my little Mary. I kiss her and give her a high-five. And I touch the candles that are really prayers. I don't really understand but I LOVE them. And then usually when I see the priest with the big cross I start running down the aisle and I say "CROSS!" really loud so the priest knows I am there and paying attention. I also make sure to say "AMEN!" really loud after we say Our Father. In case God has trouble hearing me.

Anyway, I was having trouble sitting still so Mom let me wander and I found this awesome little room with a chair and a lamp and a picture of Jesus and a climber! Mom said it was a kneeler but I think I know a climber when I see one. Anyway, I was so interested that I sat on the chair right under Jesus had all my cheerios there, and a cup of milk too. Mom just kind of sighed and said it was ok, because He always likes company. We don't have pictures though, because we were in church.

But, the other thing is that Mom got me the most amazing book of all time. It's called "TRUCKS." And it's about trucks. It has every truck in the world. We read it over and over. Probably at least 17 times a day. And that's just in the morning.


When we get to the tractor, I shout, "VROOM VROOM!" And when we get to the dump truck, I bellow, "DUMP!" And when we get to the garbage truck I vibrate and shriek "GA-BA-TA!" That means garbage truck. It's my FAVORITE.

I love my truck book. And my dad.