Breaking News!!

Not really. But the only other title I could think of didn't seem appropriate.

Putting Lyla in her carseat to go to Ms. Linda's house (the kid's daycare provider), Lyla gave her "Oh no! Something mildly catastrophic is happening to me!" whine. Thinking I'd pinched her with the buckle or something like that I asked, "Are you okay? Did I get your leg in the buckle."

Her response, "No. My butt hurts."

Kind of flustered and trying to stifle my laughter as NOT to encourage such talk, I asked the only follow up I could think of. "Do you need me to kiss it?"

Luckily, she said, "No."

The Lyla and Will show

Okay, so Will is clearly Lyla's favorite ("HI WILL HI WILL HI WILL HI WILL HI WILL HI WILL HI WILL HI WILL HI WILL HI WILL HI WILL HI WILL"... we hear it all the time). And Will nearly explodes with squeaks and laughter whenever Lyla looks at him. It's beginning to feel like Katherine and I are just there to take care of the details so they can spend time together.

I'm definitely not complaining, I love how close they are and hope it sustains their relationship into and through high school. I think I'm mostly looking forward to when Will is a little older and able to hold himself upright so when Lyla hugs on him and whatnot.

Here are Bonnie and Clyde goofing off while I'm trying to get a decent picture of them:

Random videos

Facebook friends, you can see the videos at http://ringworld.blogspot.com

Goofballs

The Tale of Little Blue Overalls Skirt*

Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had a little blue overalls skirt made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Blue Overalls Skirt.

One day her mother said to her, "Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she moved to within a 4-hour drive from you. Take her a kiss, and this little poofy side ponytail."

Little Blue Overalls Skirt set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived in another village (Marion, IN).

When she arrived she noticed all of the boxes stacked all around her house. "Grandmother, what big stacks of boxes you have!"

"All the better to move close to you with, my child."
"Grandmother, what a pretty bird you have!"

"All the better to make you smile with, my child."
"Grandmother, what tiny chairs you have!"

"All the better to entertain you with, my child."
The next day, Little Blue Overalls Skirt returned home after a wonderful time at Grandmother's and Grandfather's house. She was all tuckered out from the exploring and playing and reading that she did there. So she grabbed her bear, Bear, and went to sleep.

The end.

*Liberally borrowed from "Little Red Riding Hood" by Charles Perrault

Lyla photos

Since we're rapidly approaching the birth of my son, and this blog is only going to become that much more neglected when we add taking care of another child to our list of responsibilities. I thought I'd put up a bunch of recent photos of Lyla for y'all to enjoy.

I know they're not as good as the real thing, and Lyla's been especially awesome the past few weeks. But I hope they put a smile on your face.

Pudding!!

Rocking Cow!!

Um, Red Overalls and Striped Hat!!!

Mall Playground!!!

No Pants!!!!

Where's Waldo?

More awesomeness.

Lyla has a great personality. Which is pretty amazing; for one, Katherine and I feel so blessed that Lyla is such a terrific kid, well tempered and almost always full of joy. For two, she's hilarious, like how she fake laughs whenever we're laughing at something. She just does all these great things, like playing peek-a-boo behind the coffee table.

Anyway, we were sitting around this morning and we completely filled up our camera's memory card in like 10 minutes just trying to get pictures and videos of her being a little goofball. First, riding the rocking dog (like a rocking horse but it's a dog):

And then wearing a paper bag as a hat:

And from Wednesday, helping mom put laundry away: