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The market is down, anxiety is high, but Baby learned a new sign today.

"EAT."

Yes, that's right folks, the Baby can now tell us when he is hungry with one simple hand sign.

He even runs over to his high chair when he makes the sign to make sure that we get the full gist of what he is trying to tell us.

And because he has been rewarded for his latest venture into the world of shared communication, he will now take one bite of whatever he has been given to satisfy his hunger before he signs the word, "DONE," so that he can get down out of his high chair and take a lap around the house before he signs the word "EAT" once more.

We now have to teach the kid the hand sign for, "YOU ARE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION."

Any suggestions on what the appropriate hand sign might be?

Couch Rumble

Chicken

Jelly Bean

Snap

http://www.nytimes/2008/0907/opinion/07dowd.html?

Oh, I Can't Stop

Here's another one that's all over the internet today.

Boy, am I glad I am not running for Vice-President.

I Heart My Garden

Every night after Baby eats dinner we do our gardening.  It's my favorite part of the day.  Baby has really taken to his gardening chores.  Less of the yard is going into his mouth as he is realizing that dirt isn't a snack and snails taste like, well, snails.  

Yes, we do occasionally take a break from the hard work to relax and read a book.  

Life at our new house has been fantastic.  And Mikah is such a happy little boy.  We can't wait for all of our visitors over the next couple of months!

Ha Ha, Wonkette!

Uhmm... Do You Know This Woman?

She could be your President.

                                                                                 

Happy Birthday, Daddy!

Signs

Retraction (And An Apology For Hosting A Serial Killer)

A couple of days ago, I posted some news.  In that news, I reported that no frog killing had take place at our new home.  

(See No Pics.)

I was wrong.  

Yes, we have frogs. And yes, Monkey murders them.

And yes, I do pick up the carcasses so that Baby Mikah does not suck on them.  

I Love My Dog

No Pics

Well,  I really tried to post new photos of Mikah tonight.  But Blogger is not cooperating and continues to give me errors when I try to attach pictures.

I will give you news instead.

The neighbors are arguing.  And because we don't have a privacy fence yet, I get to see Hairy Guy yelling at Barbara Big Hair about when the trash is supposed to go out.  (Names have been changed to protect the somewhat innocent.)

Monkey (real name) has no frogs to hunt at this house so he is digging up snails.  And no, Monkey doesn't suck on them until retrieved (see Things You Might Find In A Baby's Mouth.)

Lola is napping.

Mikah is in pajamas dreaming about "more tickle".  (Ask me, it's silly.)

Daddy is watching pre-season football on ESPN, wondering how he is going to catch all the Giant's games in Texas.

Deli is great.  Busy as can be.  Order your sandwich by phone and you won't have to wait too long when you come in. 

Wingy still gets an occasional squirt.

Mommy is good.  She's been gardening and making cupcakes and stuff.

So stay tuned for pics.  When Blogger gets its act together, you will see something.

A Wedding

Baby Mikah