"Spoon Wars"

"Spoon Wars" -- Day 2

Today is one of those days where nothing really happened (to us anyway. That's probably not what people in the Middle East are saying right now). I'm trying to stay away from posting on these days (boring), but I want to keep the posts going as a little practice for myself and the technophobes who might be checking for updates from our world.

It's Gymboree day, so there's bound to be a story. Well, the teacher uses this baby-sized doll called "Jimbo" and Buck (aka "Buster" a la Fr. Jerome) has been obsessed with Jimbo since almost day one. Now that Buck has mastered crawling, he has taken to attacking Jimbo at every opportunity. Today was no exception. Buster made a bee-line for the doll and proceded to stuff the doll's face into his mouth. We affectionately call this kissing (when he is trying to eat our faces), but I'm not sure the fellow Gymboree moms saw it quite this way. Eventually, the teacher began the "lap songs" and I had to pull the doll vampire off of his prey. This repeated itself everytime Buck got free. Lovely.
In reference to the title, Buck has started grabbing the spoon whenever RKZ or I are trying to feed him mushy stuff. Because all of the "mommy" books suggest "letting your little one hold their own spoon," I gave Buck a spoon of his own. He subsequently grabbed the spoon and scraped up dropped yogurt from the tray (quite a dexterous little terror, eh?) which he proceeded to spray all over his face. What can I say? It's funny. At least to me.

Lastly, we're packing to go to California on Friday. With Crawling Godzilla on the scene, I now need to pack in shifts. And I'm trying to avoid washing the same clothes three times this week. If I pack it now, at least it will stay clean until Saturday.

A big "shout out" (ha) to all of our friends who have been driving by the vacation house. Thanks for the comments. We are excited to see you all. THREE MORE DAYS.

Until then, "Peace in the Middle East" (right, DJ?)