Outside!

The weather is finally breaking here, which means we are at last
getting a chance to take Babe-O outside to play.

And she stinking loves it.

When she wants to go she squeals "Ousside! Ousside! Ousside!" which is
awesome when we are getting ready to go and quite not awesome when for
some reason we can't.

The other day we took a long walk (stroller free), watched geese in a
pond and followed some deer tracks over to the woods. Today we sat in
the driveway and did sidewalk chalk, which nicely combined two of Babe-
O's favorite things: "ousside!" and "colors!"

This kid gets more fun every day.

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Yo Amy, how 'bout some Cheerios?

Amy thought it'd be a good idea to teach Babe-O our names: Amy and Josh as opposed to Mommy and Daddy. Babe-O can tell you my name if you ask her, but she never calls me Josh, which is more than fine by me, considering I'm hoping she still calls me Daddy when she's 50.

She will, however, break out an "Amy" or two (or twelve) if her Mom is busy with something and not giving her immediate attention. It is hilarious and always reminds us of the clip below:

"Baaaabe?"

First, two things to know in terms of backstory: I typically call Amy "Sweetie" and she typically calls me "Babe." That first point isn't really relevant. The second one is.

One of the most common manifestations of Babe is at the beginning of a request, generally shouted out from another room in the house, as in "BAAAAABE? Can you bring me a glass of water?" or "BAAAAABE? Are you busy?" or the always popular "Baaaabe? Baaaaabe? BaaaAAAaAaaAAabe!? BABE!"

I digress.

The other day, Amy and Babe-O were upstairs, winding down before bed. I was just on the other side of the bedroom door and overheard Babe-O ask for some cereal. Amy told her to ask Daddy.

Then I heard it. That sweet little voice: "Baaaaaaabe?!"

The next couple of decades are going to be rough.