Move your little belly and do the Groverelli!

Callie is walking! On Saturday, Brent and I were making her walk back and forth between us and in the middle of one pass, she kind of turned left and realized that she could walk anywhere she wanted to go. She's been walking fool ever since! We are so screwed! (Well, maybe just half screwed until Wyatt catches up.) She's really funny when she walks too. She holds both arms above her head and flails them around like a little orangutan. You know when she is getting ready to walk too because she throws those hands up a good 20 seconds before she takes a step. Wyatt looks at her in total amazement and he claps for her after she falls. It's precious.

There are a couple of really mundane things that happen in our house everyday that I never think to mention and don't want to forget about a couple years down the road because for me, it's the repetitive things that define the "feeling" for the way things work around here. The kids are still on bottles. (Yes, I know this is bad but they like their milk from bottles and juice from sippies.) Anyway, when they have their bottles but they aren't thirsty, they shake the hell out of those bottles and spew milk from floor to ceiling. We are constantly screaming at them, "NO MARACAS!", and they know what we mean.

Then, we have this Sesame Street DVD that is always playing on our tv mostly because 1.) I'm sick of Baby Einstein and 2.) it's an hour long so I don't have to keep restarting it. Well, there is this one part of the movie where Grover teaches everyone a dance called the Groverelli. ("Stand up! Stand up! Move around like jelly!") So, Brent and I are constantly singing and dancing this dumb jig while doing the dishes, in the shower, driving down the road... it doesn't even have to be playing. The best parts of the song are Grover's ad libs between the verses. Our favorite ad lib is when he says "You might want to bust out the maracas for this one!" It should be our theme song.

Not to mention those damn blinds! The kids hands seem to be magnetized towards the blinds. I tell those little runts exactly 431 times a day to quit tugging on the blinds. Frankly, I'm amazed by my own patience. We caved and pulled the blinds up on one window so they could bang on the glass and scare the dogs... It's almost like they are becoming window fixtures themselves!

Another thing that happens in our house everyday is the game of "Road Kill" that the kids play together. It's awesome because they will play this together for half an hour or more by themselves while we get a little break. They have this toy called the roundabout that has a chair that rotates around a fixed center. Anyway, one of them will push the chair around the circle and the other kid is roundabout road kill. The kid who is the road kill gets knocked over by the chair and then trampled on with every pass the chair comes around. The road kill never has time to escape because the pusher is usually pretty fast and the road kill actually LIKES being trampled on. It's hilarious and totally weird. This game used to always result in tears, but now it's just a half hour or more of ridiculous giggles and non-stop laughter for the both of them.