Calling all Grammys & GrampCs

As Drew gets older, we are seeing a new trend - he favors his grandfathers (which he has three). There are several theories, but that's for another blog entry.

Over this past week, I called Grammy to see how things were going. Drew who was standing next to me, says "Hi Grammy" in the background. That's when I hold the phone for him, and he has his customary conversation with Grammy. Of course there is some coaching on my part as to what Drew should say, but he is starting to respond to things he's hearing on the other end.

We sign off with Grammy, and not even two minutes later Drew starts whining about needing to talk to GrampC. It was a quite pitiful whine in fact. So I call back and Drew gets to chat with GrampC, for which the conversation was rather interesting. At one point there was some whining about wanting to play with their dog Mollie, and how he can't wait to see GrampC (he's at their house this weekend for a sleepover while we attend a friend's wedding in San Francisco).

This discussion with GrampC was yet another sign my "baby" is turning into a big boy. Not only are phone conversations becoming less one-sided, but he knows when he doesn't talk to everyone on the other end. It's the small things that make you realize how fast time flies.

Morning Workout Helper

Apparently I let Drew watch too many blog videos, because earlier this week he pulled a stunt he saw a few months ago from my friend's blog. You can see her entertaining video showing her triplet boys helping her with her workout routine.

Mr. Copycat had to jump in on the action himself. I go through a series of workouts after I get home from my morning run. Drew started out by helping me do some crunches...

Drew's into anything that makes a "tunnel". Apparently climbing on my stomach and squeezing through my legs is as good as any tunnel.

This is followed by some push-up assistance...

Again, any open space or "tunnel" makes him quite the "helper". So my cool down routine took a bit longer, but it was nice to have a workout buddy.

I'll think twice about letting Drew see videos and photos in the future.... hehe

Purple "Fowers"

If you have hung out with Drew in the past few months, and he comes across these flowers - you'd think he just received a million bucks. OK, so Drew still gets equally excited over a penny as he would a $100 bill, but these purple flowers are so enthralling!

He has to stop and comment at every purple flower he sees. When we're in the car, it's a game as to when and where he will see "purple flower". When he spots one, he screams "Oooh, 'nother purple fower" (yes he leaves the "L" out of flower).

What the name of this plant is I have no clue - I don't exactly have a green thumb. But I remember them growing up as plants that would attract snails.

Drew's favorite thing to do with them when we're out front playing - to go right up to them, as if he's smelling them. Looking at them, analyzing them with great interest - and then whacking it as if he's giving it a high-five or something.

So don't be surprised if you hear some screeching from nearby, and Drew's eagerly showing you the "Purple Fowers".

Identity Crisis Averted

Just so there's no confusion after yesterday's Cubs posting, our house is still a Dodgers (and Twins) house.

Sunday after the church luau, we went home to prepare for one of the families at church who were going to join us for dinner and the Dodger's Sunday Night Baseball game. This family of five is a little taste of home for Dave - they're from LA and the three kids are all die-hard Dodger fans. They're triplets, and both girls, can recite stats from a number of the players and one even brought a handwritten letter she'd received from Andre Either (a former Arizona State Sun Devil I must add).

The kids were especially excited to see what was for dinner, the famous Farmer John's Dodger Dogs. This is an LA staple, and Dave was able to find them here in enemy territory.

For most of the night Drew was perfectly content to watch his movies on his portable DVD player we leave set up in the living room for him to watch his movies whenever he wants - some parents we are huh?

About the middle of the game, when everyone in the house started cheering, Drew got into the action. It was quite hilarious and this picture doesn't do it justice.

Drew would get so excited and yell at the TV that he was completely incoherent. His little mind was going faster than his mouth. But he was so excited, and would usually end his thought with "Go Dodgers!"

A Possible Traitor?

Dave is born and raised LA - and as he likes to say, he bleeds Dodger Blue. So he shocked a good number of people at our church this weekend when he busted out like this:


Yes that would be Dave wearing a Cubs Jersey with our Pastor.


Why you ask? Well Dave wears his favorite 2nd Baseman of all time, Ryan Sandberg. And this past Sunday marked our Pastor's 10th Anniversary at our church. So Dave gave him an Ernie Banks 1969 jersey. So the two had to show their off their jersey's.

Have no fear, when Dave got home he changed the colors - but that's a story for another blog.

Busted!

For those wondering about our "angel" Drew, yes he is known to get in trouble from time to time. One thing that works for discipline - time outs. At Ms. Stephanie's house, there is even a special Time Out chair that Drew has become accustomed to.

His biggest violations - hitting, pushing and most recently whining.

He doesn't like Time Outs, and usually if you ask him if he wants one, he will stop the whining for example. One day in July, Drew was busted for something or other and was sent to the naughty chair. His reaction was so funny Steph had to get a few snapshots.

Here are the faces of Time Out....

Is Anybody Home?

I don't know what's more amazing - the fact that Drew took a 3 1/2 hour nap on Saturday, or what he said when he woke up.

Dave and I were working on cleaning up and hanging things in Drew's room, when suddenly we hear:

"Hello? Is anybody home?"

Yes, we doubled over laughing and wondering where he comes up with this stuff. Needless to say we rescued him from our bed where he was happily napping.