you know you're the parent of a toddler when...

...your conversation over breakfast goes like this: Me: Good morning, Ambrose. Could you tell me what a cow says? Ambrose: Baa! Me: No, silly goose. A cow says 'moo'. A: Baa. M:Moo. Eat your oatmeal. (silence) M: Hey, so what does a cow say? A: BAA! M: No! Moo! A cow says moo! A: No. No. Baaaaaa *raises eyebrows to really get the point across* M: Ambrose, a cow says moo. I promise. A: Baa. M: Moo. (silence) M: Glad we can all agree. A: BAA!!!!

I think one of the most satisfying things in life is making a baby fat, happy, and thoroughly milk-drunk. I'm currently sitting on my couch--my toddler is cashed out and tucked into bed, and my very, very roly poly two-month old has just nursed himself into a coma on my lap. I'm shirking a few of the usual afternoon chores to sit and stare at my sleeping baby without having to guard his well-being from his older brother. :-) I've had a very busy break from blogging, but I'm going to make a concerted effort to post more often now, as much for my own sake as anyone else's. The boys are doing well. Peter weighed in this week at 15 lbs. (Yes, fifteen. You should check out his massive thighs!) He's very sweet and cuddly...and exceptionally soft and squishy. I must admit, I'm a little relieved to see the newborn stage pass. There is something so sweet and precious about those early weeks, but also something so nice about more predictable days, longer stretches of sleep at night, and a more content, smiley baby. Ambrose is doing his best to sharpen my parenting skills, to put it nicely. He's always doing something incredibly cute or incredibly awful. He loves to be outside, and he loves to read books--and is really starting to process the stories and anticipate the sequence of stories that he's heard often, which is really rewarding. It's moments like those that get me through the moments when I find him throwing mega blocks down the basement stairs, one by one. Anyhow, there should be more posts here soon. Blessings, all.