Dove Hunting

Leo's preschool class is called "The Doves" (or "Lovey Doveys" as his teachers say). Today they had their class Easter Egg hunt. Frank had a rare vacation day and since Granny Jo was in town, we made it a family affair. (Popsy stayed home with a sleeping Gus.) 

Here are all the Lovey Doveys. They are screaming "Happy Easter!" 

This egg hunt was very clever: The teachers asked each kid to bring in 14 eggs, numbered 1-14. Then each kid was assigned a number and he/she could only pick up the eggs with their number! Leo was number 10. It was also written on his hand so every time he would pick up an egg, he would compare the number on the egg to the number on his hand.

Each kid got 14 eggs which makes for some happy doves!

Shoo Shoo

Behold, Gus has bestowed a name upon his blanket and thy name is Shoo Shoo.

We do not know where this came from; it's not like it's a variation on another word for blanket. We just started noticing that when he said "shoo shoo," he was pointing to one of his three blankets. 

I usually wash two blankets at a time but today I tried to see if I could get away with washing all three. So right before nap I offered him a different blanket. It's SO similar. It's blue, soft and has bindings on the edge AND the entire back. It's a superior shoo shoo IMO.  It does not have stars all over it like his though. He wouldn't even sample it. He pulled it off the chair, threw it and said, "No, shoo shoo!" (As in "That is NOT my shoo shoo!") Fine. Sleep with your stinky shoo shoo. 

Later we were about to have a picnic. I said to Leo and Gus, "I just need to get the blanket. That is the first step to a successful picnic, the blanket." When I returned from the garage with the picnic blanket, I found Gus waiting by the back door, his shoo shoo in hand. Of course, he heard what I said and brought the blanket to the picnic! 

Here are a few shots of Gus with his precious shoo shoo: 

Greedy boy, bringing two shoo shoos in the car when we already have one in there! 

"Look, we're a package deal. If I go, the shoo shoo goes." 

Clinging to his shoo shoo and sleeping like an angel.

A Perfect 10 for Leo

Leo took a trial gymnastics class this week. I thought it was a big success, not because he was an amazing gymnast but because he listened, cooperated and had fun. If you think gymnastics is just for girls, well, it mostly is. But there were a few boys in his class and in another part of the gym, the high school boys gymnasts were practicing and made me think Leo could be like them one day. Or maybe even an Olympian! And speaking of Olympians, this gym in Frisco is where Olympians Carly Patterson and Nastia Liukin train(ed)! 

Here are a few videos from the class. Let me preface this by saying 1). I took these through the window in the waiting room so you can't hear anything (except my narration) and please excuse the glare. 2). Leo is in the white long-sleeve shirt and workout pants and is also one of the only boys. 3). They're kinda boring. 

Okay, now watch if you are still interested! 

Night night, Le-lo

Gus is into night night books. He calls Goodnight Moon  "Night night, Moon" and he calls Goodnight Train "Night night, choo choo." When he says night night to the rest of us it's so cute. He doesn't have the intonation down right so it comes out sounding funny but adorable. He loves to say night night to Leo ("Le-lo.") Leo is usually too busy to respond though. Here, I captured a cute bedtime pic (thanks for the pirate pjs, grandmother!) and a video. 

"Hah Cut"

Gus had his first haircut at 20 months, 3 weeks. That is almost exactly when Leo had his first haircut! Just like Leo, Gus did great. He fussed a little when she touched his ears but other than that, he had a good time, sitting in the car, watching Toy Story, getting a balloon and a "pop pop." Gus kept saying "Hah cut." So cute. 

Here is Gus before. (Notice the Alfafa sprout as Frank calls it) 

Ready to go! 

 Ooh, a car!

Hairdresser talking to him about how she had to move his ear.

Mowhawk!

Finished product! 

Ta dah!

And the obligatory picture by the shark that Leo insists that we take after each "hah cut."