And Now For Something Completely Different

I've been posting about Miles a lot (okay, not a LOT, but every chance I get), but some of my loyal readers (okay, both of them) may have noticed that I rarely mention Macey. I'm going to correct that now.

Macey persists in being the perfect baby. She hardly ever cries or fusses, she's adorably affectionate, and she's got the sweetest little personality. She's been perfecting her crawling skills for the past month, and she can get wherever she wants to go, which usually means looking for stray pieces of "food" on the ground. She has recently started pulling herself up to standing, and loves "walking" with just a little help from Mom.

She likes performing all her tricks (clicking her tongue, singing, waving "bye-bye", or just sitting there looking cute) and looks at everyone in the room in turn to see if we've noticed. If we've noticed, we're supposed to say "Yay Macey!", and if we fail to comment, she grins gummily at us until we do.

So, in a nutshell: Greatest baby in the world. If that changes, I'll be sure to let you know. :)

Miles's Personal Bubble Part II

We were playing pirates the other night and I just thought he was so cute that I had to reach down and give him a quick hug and kiss. It's not like I disrupted his playing at all, but--not looking up from his action figures for even a minute--he said calmly, "That's too much, Mom. That's too much hugging now."

Little stinker.

In Which Miles Intends To Prove Me Wrong

I was preparing Miles for the idea of going to bed (a concept saturated from beginning to end with bargaining and scheming, on both parts). He started in with his typical protest about monsters ("mon-thterds") coming out of his closet. I told him he didn't need to worry because there are no monsters in Mommy's house. He said, "Mommy, there ARE mon-threrds. I need to take my camera to sleep with me, 'cause I will show you."