Mac Baby

It's good to finally get some time alone on the Mac. My big brothers are always hogging this awesome portal to the world of technology. V-Tech push-button phones were nice when I was 2 months old, but c'mon, Mac is where it's at.

Ok. I've got to get serious. I don't have much time. Thinking, thinking, thinking. 

Should I write my review of the Steve Jobs' biography or should I tackle paedobaptism vs. credobaptism? A "tell-all" about my Mom's obsession with photography is tempting, but Systematic Theology for Babies is probably a more profitable use of my time. Besides, Mom might cut off the chocolate supply if I write about her.

Oh no! He's discovered me! 

Hey bro! I'm just working on my writing projects. You know what that's like. Don't shut me down. Please don't shut me down. I just now figured out what I'm writing about. Please. Please. I'll tell you where I hid the candy.

No! I've just got to write a few more lines. Every time I get on here, you come marching into the room like you're part of the Mac-Police. Please don't send me back to the V-Tech phonics typewriter. It's just not the same!

Aagh! I can't believe you just did that. You shut the Mac! I didn't even get to save my work. Do you know how long it took me to type the letters S and Y?

Don't you have a heart, brother? I can't open this by myself!

I'm gonna...I'm gonna...well, what am I gonna do? I can't tell Mom. I'm not even supposed to be on here. I can't just cry 'cause he's used to seeing me do that.

Yeah. Well. I'm gonna...

I'm gonna make sure I dump my bowl of spaghetti on my head when you're my Buddy. And, and I'm gonna smear the pancake syrup all over my face and in my hair, too. You'll have fun cleaning those messes up! Yes, you'll regret the day you ever came between me and my Mac, brother. 

Little People have rights, too, you know! I might even lead a Little People's revolt. "Down with V-Tech and up with Mac! Work on a Mac and you'll never go back!"

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Baby Mac left the scene visibly upset. His foiled attempts to work on the Mac affected his play skills for some time, and he's been heard to cry out the words, "No! Don't take away the Mac!" in his sleep. He still lurks around the dining room table, waiting to get back to the Mac and work on his Systematic Theology for Babies. Meanwhile, he's scribbling his thoughts down in crayon and has been inspired to include a free coloring book with book purchase once his masterpiece is published. There are also rumors that V-Tech has contacted him, begging for his input on a toy computer that will give Mac a run for its money in the baby market.

The Training of a Book Lover's Bodyguard

Weird things go on in our home, sometimes without my knowledge. I recently learned of attempts to turn Cap'n, who's still a baby, into a bodyguard. Not just any bodyguard. Perhaps the most important kind of all. A Book Lover's Bodyguard.

Meet Cap'n. (He looks a bit delighted to be in training, don't you think?) His assignment is to sit on the back of the couch while his older brother reads. If a Little decides to read in the same room, out loud, Cap'n gets the signal to "attack."

Here's the adorable Little who was Cap'n's first victim. Notice how cool, calm, and collected she remains through the training session, even though she now knows what to expect from behind her.

Here they are receiving instructions from the unnamed brother. Boy, he has them wrapped around his finger.

Cap'n starts to make his move when Clairesy reads aloud.

I'm comin' after you, sweet sister.

Am I supposed to take this seriously, little brother?

 Notice how Clairesy keeps hold of her book the entire time.

She even manages to smile, smile, smile. Such a good sport she is.

"You cannot read out loud in her when your big brother is reading a book. If you do, I will attack from behind and attempt a choke hold while falling all over you. I will laugh the entire time, but you will fear me. I am a Book Lover's Bodyguard."

"Hmm. I'm not afraid of you Mr. Book Lover's Bodyguard. Don't you know I'm bigger than you are, and you're supposed to protect your sisters? Anyway, all I need to do is show you the pictures in the book, and you'll forget you're supposed to attack and instead sit down and read with me."

Recognizing he has been the victim of his Big Brother's manipulative tactics, Cap'n shares a kiss of forgiveness with Clairesy, forcing Big Brother to craft more desperate methods to protect his reading time. Stay tuned for future tales of bibliomania.

Why You Don't Want to Fall Asleep While Eating Dinner with Us

Ok. At least if you're young enough to still need a high chair.

And I'm not even posting the cucumber picture. Truly, this is the dangerous life of a toddler when he has older brothers. Ahem.

God's wiring of babies and His gifting to them of super powers, like falling asleep at a dinner table where the conversation is as loud as ours, never ceases to amaze me.

Don't worry. If you join us for dinner, take a nap before you come, stay away from the high chair, and I'll do my best to keep the "big brothers" away from you. :)

Did Someone Say the Circus Was in Town?

or we could also call this post, "The Adventures of Cap'n and the Chinese Ink Kit," or "What Happens When Everyone Thinks Someone is Watching the Baby and No One Really Is."

I don't know if Cap'n thought The Barnum and Bailey Circus was in town, but he sure was working hard to be a clown. He even has that happy, happy grin!

And how can you be mad at a face like this? After all, it was only a Chinese Ink kit that was supposed to be tucked away in an anonymously named brother's drawer. :)

And it was only a brand new outfit. And what guys don't want a bit of red all over their carpet? I guess it will make those sword fights a bit more realistic. 

We interrupt this beautiful mess to announce a BIG DEAL!! Cap'n, 13-1/2 months old, has finally had his first tooth erupt. Yay! He can't wait to get to the steak.

After lots of screaming from the bathroom, and several, "I've tried to get this off, Mom, and it's not coming off," we finally got Cap'n back to looking more like himself.  These are the times that Vaseline comes in very handy!

Who Wants to Eat Lunch

when you could sleep instead?

You've Heard of a Beer Belly

But for some reason no one ever speaks of the Juice Belly....

Of course, Cap'n is really telling the truth when he says this belly isn't his fault. 

After all, his juice intake is controlled by others, and he can't help it that he has 3 OLDER MISCHIEVOUS brothers, who love him to death, of course, but simply can't resist a silly prank now and then.

I have to say Cap'n was quite the good sport. A perplexed good sport. But a good sport nonetheless.

Why I Can't Turn My Back for a Minute

....and why it's great to have the camera nearby at all times.

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Cooking dinner, and they're hoping there really aren't eyes in the back of my head.

Sneaky ice cream thief decides the crime is better shared.  Isn't it wonderful when siblings think of one another?

Who needs spoons?

And just where did they get a taste for cookie dough ice cream? 

Mirthful Mondays~What You Get

....when you send Claire for ONE roll of toilet paper.

Mirror, Mirror

~Seeing such a cute baby in the mirror

~Claire decided she'd give her a kiss...:)

The Case of the Kissing Bandits

~Here's culprit number One....known as Peep to her siblings.  Blonde hair and blue eyes....lightweight and as cute as can be.  Quite the climber and giggler-extraordinaire.  Expert cuddler.

~Peep's Accomplice....known as Little Bit in close circles...quite the adventurer and not easily intimidated by razors or glass doors.  Has adorable dimple that has saved her life many times.  Loves to love.

~The Recipient of the Alleged Bandits' Kisses.....little Jedediah, known as Cap'n to some in the house and Beauclerc by others.  Receives numberless hugs and kisses daily.  Head fits perfectly under one's chin during nap time. 

THE EVIDENCE

~Who me? 

~Partners in crime

~The laugh that says it all.....Ha, ha, ha, ha!  They'll never catch us.  Our tiny toddler legs can run fast and furious....for we are.....THE KISSING BANDITS.

When the Threat of An Early Bedtime Looms Overhead...

....creativity abounds.  :)

And yes, it worked. 

What to do With a Cardboard Box~Use #521