The Ali Report

The new year has brought on a slew of new intrests/obsessions for Alistair. At 17 months here are some of the things he says, does, loves.

1.) Dancing. He could be asleep in my arms while I am watching a show and the jingle of a comercial comes on. He opens his eyes, smiles and starts wiggling his body to the music. When the comercial ends he falls right back asleep. It's kind of crazy.

2.) Elmo or "Emmo". We have to see "Elmo in Grouchland" at least twice a day right now.

3.)Poop. And no, he's not doing it in the toilet. He just loves to say the word. He will sniff his feet and declare "Poop!"

4.)Baby. He got a little doll for christmas and he loves to role play with her. Baby takes naps in the crib and gets snuggles from Alistair. But I had to draw the line the other day when he wanted me to breastfeed baby.

5.) The ABC's. He can't quite recite them yet. He can say A B C D and then it crecendos into a melange of sounds that couldn't really be called letters. But what I think is the cutest thing is he tries to do the hand signs for the letters too just like he sees on "Signing Time".

Thanks for a Wonderful Year...Goodbye 2008!

CHRISTMAS 2008

WE have been SOOOO busy this Holiday, I haven't had time to post everything we have been up to. December is a big month for us....Greg and I officially celebrated 1 year of marriage with a trip up to San Francisco over night (sans bebe) and visited the new Academy of Sciences Natural History Museum. It's awesome, I highly recommend it for all ages.










Union Square was bustling with tourists and shoppers but Greg and I took time out to watch the street performers and get a Free Hug.



Alistair got a drum for Christmas, here is his first jam session:


Stoked on Elmo:

Ali's new favorite song.

Halloween

Happy Wedding Day!

Okay, so I am a little late with this post but it's been a busy month, what can I say. Wedding day was perfect. Perfect weather, beautiful people, yummy food and LOVE everywhere.

I Like Dirt

I think these pictures speak for themselves. But what I wasn't expecting was the nightmare I had last night where We were at our wedding reception and friends and relatives were passing Alistair around. My mom then comes over to me, holding a choking Alistair in her hands and says "I think he ate a toy." So I open his mouth and it's filled with rocks and toys and I start pulling things from his mouth and they just keep coming: toy cars, figurines, jawbreakers, and to top it off a giant glass sculpture of spiderman. He's still having trouble breathing so I have to perform CPR. The dream continued to go on, but I'll spare you my other neuroses.