Monday, June 3, 2013
Now, word on the street is that there are actually some toddlers out there that actually EAT!! Not our toddler. Brandon is the worst eater. And you know what that means...slim pickings in the droppings department. Now I have been trying to convince my mom to force Brandon to try steak or sausage or maybe some pork. I mean, he will eat the occasional bacon or burger, but how is a Bugg supposed to sample the finer things when you are at the whim of such a selective someone??? Plus, our toddler is starting to get really tall. How are Molly and I supposed to grab food out of Brandon's hands when that hand continues to get so much further from the ground? Luckily, we still have Paige. She's a shorty. But she is also an instigator. She will just give us the food. Just throw it there on the ground for us to eat, but then she cries as if we took it from her. We get in trouble....naughty little instigator! For now, I guess we will have to be satisfied with the waffles, gold fish crackers, and Cheetos. But I will still be dreaming of tri tip!
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Another great trip to visit my Grandpa Hal and Grandma Laura...and of course, my favorite, Cody! They have a brand new pool and we were tasked with breaking it in! We did good....
Nothing like some good Las Vegas sun
My idol, Cody
Brandon playing "tugboat" with the Buggs
Sunday, February 24, 2013
I don't know how my mom did it all these years. She tended to the kids' every need, nursed them, changed them, loved them...and neither kid said "mama" until after they were one year old. They said "dada" by about 6 months. I mean, I guess I should feel pretty validated that both kids said "dog" as their first word. But now, Paige seems to favor Molly. She says Molly now. She just calls me "dog." I am the one who sits by her side at all times. I am the one who is close by for all of her milestones. I am the one who sits at my mom's feet as she nurses Paige at night. Oh well, I guess I will just have to accept the many hugs and squeels of delight as a sign that she loves me. In the meantime, I will just answer to "dog."