A Case of the Toddlers

My daughter: "Doctor, I have a terrible case of the toddlers"
Docter: "Change your dress five to ten times a day and see if that helps"

My son: "Doctor, I have a terrible case of the toddlers"
Doctor: "Go for a walk and every five steps you take, pick up a rock or stick then throw it and see if that helps"

My Mookie Chookie Boy

Every little toddler goes through a phase of learning to speak and not exactly getting the words right. For example, the golden arches around our family are referred to as "Old MacDonalds" and my blueberry loving daughter was often known to request "Boobies" (!). My little man is no exception to the rule but has decided to come up with his own terms rather than try to master the existing English language. Case in point: "Mookie Chookie". This term has been come to identify anything that is neat or fun or amazing or exciting or great or wonderful...you get the picture. So for example, yesterday the kids and I spent some time washing, cleaning, vacuming and detailing our cars and enjoying the beautiful sunshine. My son was elated to be able to sit in the driver's seat and practice his driving while I was cleaning and promptly proclaimed "Mookie Chookie!" There was also a day recently when I turned on some music (which they both love) in the toy room for a little dance party. The sound of the music starting was enough to merit a big "Mookie Chookie".

Isn't raising kids at this age great? I just love it. It makes me Mookie Chookie all over.

The Lockwoods

We recently had the great pleasure of spending a weekend with Aunt Sarah & Uncle Wally up North and had a fantastic time. We spent the first day out on the river, fishing and soaking up the sun while the kids played in the snow-runoff freezing water. Then we spent the next day on the lake where it was warm enough to make us want to jump into the lake despite it's chilly temperature as well.
We got to do lots of other fun stuff too, like playing jenga (Uncle Chris is a master), cooking up a world-class barbecue and playing in Uncle Wally's empty keg (he works in a brewery, and has no kids, thus no toys so cut him some slack). The kids had a wonderful time as did daddy & I, despite our sunburns we both dealt with on Monday morning. As is often the case, dealing with a sunburn is often the sign of a fun weekend.