Rrrrrrreeewwwwwwwrrwwwrrrrwwwww!

If it's been way to long since we've updated the blog, it's only because we've been enjoying Peewee's World so much! The title of this entry refers to Rowan's use of sound effects lately. As a commercial artist working among other artists, I am almost completely incapable of human language anymore, and my daughter, in a sweet effort to stay in touch with her old man, has adopted the "dooot dooooot dooot" of the backing trash truck when lifting piles of laundry (to help...refold it in abstract methods) or when she hears a truck outside; "vroooom" to let us know there's a car outside, or when pushing the high chair into more desirable breakfast locations, or indicating that an empty cardboard box is ready for departure on the Peeweetopia freeway; and "rrrrreeeewwwwreeeewwwrreeeewwww" either to indicate the bees that we're lucky to still have buzzing in the flowers out front, or to indicate that my gym bag is ready to enact The Flight of the Bumblebean through the house...if Daddy's awake enough. I have to say that trying to be fit enough to be the jungle gym for her that I was for my nieces is great motivation to stay in the gym!

We took Rowan to the beach last weekend. Paradise Cove in Malibu is a great family beach! It's south of Kanaan Dume road just a bit, and features a restaurant right on the beach that's not overpriced, and serves great food. Sometimes you just pay for the ambiance, but these guys serve up good food on top of the sand, surf and seagulls. Rowan had so much to look at, and was so mellow from an hour of splashing on shore and digging in the sand, that we all just chilled at our table in the sand--and indulged in a monstrous ice cream sandwich sundae :) Rowsie was playing with my phone on the way home and left two messages for us. She then asked for Gran'ma Suzy, who was out volunteering, but came home to Peewee on the answering machine saying "Hi Gran'ma Suzy! I 'ove 'ou! Bye bye."

She's grown up a lot since the last posts--she's now wearing 2T in some brands (although the infant Pumpkin Patch still fits me better than her), and has long legs and those cute strong little arms that little kids have. She's getting the point that the street is dangerous, and now comes and grabs my leg if she hears a car that sounds near--which is a vast improvement over taking those sounds for the starter's gun.

This is just kind of mind dump, I know. And I have no pictures handy to post, either. Sorry. I'm a bad blogger. Feel free to pester us until we post again.