Rice cakes. . .

Back in March we had an issue with the MonkeyBear only wanting to eat cheddar cheese flavored, mini rice cakes. Because he asked for them so much we finally had to pull the plug on them. They were becoming a problem. So we got rid of them completely. Once he understood that there were no more rice cakes he stopped asking for them. . .

Fast forward to last week. I thought "I'm sure he's over his addiction we can give them to him again."

Wrong. Now every hour or so that he's awake he walks into the kitchen and says "rice cake?" No matter how many he's had for the day he wants more. And it's only the cheese ones, he doesn't care for the apple cinnamon. We're going to have to take them away again I think.

I long for the sound of your voice. . .

School starts today. Which means my wife is back in hectic mode in front of 20 whiney kids whose parents haven't taught them simple manners. It also means the little monkeybear is back at Grandma's.AND it means I won't be getting more phone calls that sound a bit like this. . .

Sometimes he didn't get saying "hi." On several occasions he even waved at the phone.

In this one he calls me "choo-choo." He had just gotten back from playing at the train store.

I'm really gonna miss this.

Under still. . .

The boy's fascination with being under things has become worse. He shouts "Unna Geen" every time we pass under a green light. We've had to start shutting our bedroom door to stop him from getting in and climbing under the covers and We are now keeping an old sheet in the living room so he can crawl under it.

Then last night He took the blanket her sleeps with and pulled it over his head. It's very breathable so I wasn't too worried until he wrapped it around his head. I noticed this after he had fallen asleep while I was on my way to bed. I unwrapped his head, which couldn't help but wake him up a bit. He blinked open his eyes and mumbled "unna" and pulled the blanket back up over his head. I pulled it back down and when he said "unna" again I told him no and to go to sleep.

It's getting to be a dangerous obsession.

All about the love. . .

My son is a uniter. He likes to bring people together. Take bedtime for instance. . .

Like every kid our MonkeyBear has a bedtime routine. Bath, getting dressed, story, goodnights and bed. The good night (even as early as a month ago) consisted of mommy kissing him on the head, me picking him up, giving him a quick hug and kiss, and putting him to bed. Then he learned how to kiss. Then we added kissing daddy while mommy turns out the light, then kissing mommy, then hugging both of us one at a time and then bed. Now we've added push mommy and daddy's heads together to have them kiss. We're also adding group hugs and kisses.

It's become a big ol' lovefest.

Under there. . .

Do you remember this? You remember? How much my son loved having his face covered? So much so that the best way to get him to fall asleep was to completely cover him with a blanket and he'd fall asleep pretty fast? . . . well not much has changed.

The main difference is now he asks "under?' and then goes to our bedroom, climbs on the bed and pulls the covers up over his head. He then squeals for joy and bounces up and down chanting "under." He then comes out and announces that for his next trick he will take something under with him "choo-choo under?" or "dog under?" (it's a stuffed dog). He'll find the item in the house and bring it back so he can put it under with him.

The real fun for us started when we showed him that technically he's always under something. That's been blowing his mind.