Week in Review

Here are my favorite memories of each kiddo from the week.

Leon spent most of the week sick with a nasty fever, and Jeff and I spent most of the week holding him.  Based on the rash he had at bedtime last night, it looks like it was finally his turn for roseola.  But, before he succumbed, he was one crazy little guy.  Last Sunday, he finally really figured out how to walk.  He spent the whole day practicing.  Because he learned to walk by pushing things, he walked with his arms straight out in front of him for balance.  He looked like a zombie right out of Return of the Living Dead or the "Thriller" video.  The funniest part was that the whole time he was staggering around, he was grinning like a madman, unbelievably proud of himself.

Last night was Michael's turn to be proud.  During dinner, Ree wanted to practice rhyming words, so she would say a word and then she, Jeff, and I would take turns naming words that rhymed with it.  Michael was watching all of this from his high chair, and he caught on to the fact that we were taking turns saying words.  He waited for a break in the game to shout his word of the week, "CAR!"  We told him, he did a good job, adding that yes, "car" is a good word, although "car" does not rhyme with "Ree."  He sat back, elated that he had participated in our fun, picked up a corn flake from his tray, and began pushing it around making car noises.

The dogs never got to eat table scraps until the boys started eating solids.  Leon is using Ree's old high chair, but we got a new one for Michael.  Unlike Leon's high chair, if Michael drops food, it falls on to the floor.  The dogs quickly caught on to this.  Then they got a bit more aggressive, and decided to just keep their faces buried in Michael's lap while he eats, so they can get food the second it falls from his fingers.  We hate to lock up the dogs every single time Michael eats, since it seems to be about 16 hours a day.  As a result, we spend a lot of time yelling at the dogs to go lay down. 

Ree picks up on EVERYTHING we say.  While at the table, she will often yell at the dogs just like we do before we even notice then hovering around Michael like vultures.  This week she decided to take her yelling elsewhere.  She, Max, and I were in the kitchen.  I have no idea what he was doing, but suddenly I hear Ree say, "No, Max, no!  Go lay down."  I said I didn't think he was bothering her.  She disagreed, and I added, "You're getting a little bit bossy."  She replied, "Ree not bossy.  Ree just tell Max what to do."  I'm glad we cleared that one up!