If I Was a Superhero...

Sara posted this neato quiz on her blog so I thought I'd try it too.


Your results:

You are Supergirl
Lean, muscular and feminine.
Honest and a defender of the innocent.

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77%
Wonder Woman

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77%
Green Lantern

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65%
Spider-Man

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60%
Batman

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55%
Catwoman

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50%
Robin

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49%
Superman

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45%
The Flash

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45%
Hulk

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40%
Iron Man

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Click here to take the What Superhero Are You? Quiz

Pictures for Grandma Sue

For my mom's birthday (which is the same day as mine) I took a bunch of pictures of Sawyer and put them together in a little scrapbook. He is turning into such a ham and smiles as soon as he sees the camera pointing at him. Here are a few of my favorites.

Signs

As I think I've mentioned before, we are teaching Sawyer sign language. We're using the book Signing Smart With Babies and Toddlers. This is his first sign: "bed". It's an approximation (he should have his hand flat against his head) but he definitely knows what he's trying to say. Every night after Eric gives him his bath he starts signing "bed," "bed" until I put him down and sometimes he signs it as he's falling asleep. Some of the other signs we are working on are "Daddy", "bath", "dog", "music", "hurt", "wake up", "more", and "kiss". He understands several of these, so it's a matter now of getting him to sign back to us. It is really cool to see him putting things together in his mind and for him to know he can communicate with us.

"Yes, I'll have the Big Wong Special, please."

Please, oh please, let this place be for real! Big Wong

Edited to add: Even better. Fat Wong

Changes

So a lot's happened in the past several weeks. I had a birthday and turned 28. Sara and Michelle came over to celebrate with us by having a BBC The Office marathon. We ordered takeout from Maggiano's, ate yummy Lindt chocolates provided by Michelle, decadent chocolate birthday cake which Eric made from scratch, and did pedicures while we lounged on the sofa and laughed ourselves silly at the antics of David Brent. Eric took care of Sawyer and didn't let me lift a finger all day. He gave me a docking station with speakers for my video iPod and a coffee table I've had my eye on for a while. I feel pretty indifferent about turning 28 (it's just one of those "in between" ages where I forget how old I am sometimes) but it was a good birthday.

The really big news is that Sawyer is now crawling. It's amazing how much this has changed my life. Gone are the days when I can set him on a blanket on the floor and let him play quietly with his toys. He's on the move and into everything as soon as his knees hit the floor.

A little while ago, Sawyer said his first word, "Dada." He seems to know what it means sometimes, and other times he seems to say it indiscriminately (he'll say it to me, his sippy cup, or his giant Nemo stuffed animal.) The other word he likes to practice unfortunately sounds a lot like "ass." This has caused some amusing situations in public places; shoppers at Target don't quite know how to respond to a chubby-cheeked 9 month old waving his arms in the air and yelling "Ass! Ass! Ass!"