





Now the only question that remains is, why didn't we do this 5 years ago?! Barbecue at our place. Everyone's invited.









I was all ready to write about Jasmine and how she has turned her personality on like a light switch: she talks up a storm, gets super excited when you interact with her, and we can now make her smile on cue with funny faces and cutesy noises. In all, it has made daddy's world light up and has paid dividends for all the maintenance she has required over the past 11 weeks (we always claim that she's much higher maintenance than her predecessor was... but then I also wonder if that's because we've just forgotten so much over the past 2 years). But yesterday she took it to a whole new level when I caught her laughing for the first time. Not just a big crazy smile, but a real laugh that made her little belly jiggle and shoulders wiggle. I just about melted. And then I spent the next 24 hours trying to get her to do it again. Evidently the joke was on me. But even still it was just about the most adorable thing ever.
One cool thing to mention (well, cool for us) is that she and Justin are pretty much on the same sleep schedule now. He's roughly 8:30pm - 7am, and she's 9:30pm - 6am... plus or minus 30 minutes of sleep here or there. Hence our slow but steady drift back to sanity. Hooray for synchronized babies. She also baffled us last week when we learned that, if positioned the right way, she could reach and play with the toys on her walker tray. Like most things around here, this was an accidental discovery by virtue of not stuffing the walker with as many blankets as usual. And so I almost fell out of my chair when I had my back turned to her and suddenly heard someone start playing the piano. It was hilarious. And now, every 3 hours we have the pleasure of music accompaniment by our residential baby mozart and her walking sound machine. Now that V is officially staying home to be with the kids this upcoming school year (don't you love I how I just slipped that in?), between her piano and Justin's Elmo microphone, we might have to start charging admission for the Justin and Jasmine show... ahem... I mean the Jasmine and Justin show.
The look on her face was priceless (oh my gosh... what just happened... did I do that?). But the cool thing now is that she clearly gets it and did what she could to replicate it again when she was back in the walker. The trick, by the way, was that V put shoes on her for the first time; and that gave her the extra 1/2 cm that she needed to make contact with the floor and get things moving. But now she doesn't need the shoes. Apparently just knowing that the floor is there has given her the motivation to stretch that extra stretch and do the Barney Rubble. Cutest thing ever.
out of pull-ups (which was a phase that I think lasted all of 2 days... size 5 pull-ups, anyone?)... off the potty... off the potty cushion... into toddler briefs... and smack dab on the toilet. I waited an extra week to post, but I knew it was a done deal on his birthday last week when, while soaking wet and playing at the water fountains, he stopped everything, left the fountain, came to get us, and endured the walk to the restroom to handle his business. And he did that twice. That may not seem like a big deal, but I know a handful of older kids (and probably a few grown folk) that wouldn't have thought twice before going right there in the water park (oh don't give me that face... stop acting like you've never peed in the ocean before)... Anyway, speaking of control, the part that surprised me the most is that at 2 years old, he has already figured out nap-time and nighttime control: waking up dry for at least two weeks now. Amazingly, we're still at zilch in the bedtime accident category (which means that tomorrow morning I'll find a wet sheet in his bed... that good ol' blog jinx of mine)... But either way, I've gotta say Way To Go Justin. $60 a month back in daddy's pocket from diaper purchases. You're awesome, kiddo! No, but seriously, we could not be more excited. Congrats to you, Justin.