Our little Peter Rabbit was a great help in the Halloween rush.  Loving it.

Murrow’s been interested in the Wii for awhile now, but has never really “gotten” it.  We’d play MarioKart and he’d just go around in circles…but in the past week or so, something clicked and he’s now a Wii Sports fanatic.  It started off with some baseball (he’d pitch, I’d bat), then moved onto Golf (overhand swings are best), and now bowling.

Strangely, he’s not too bad at it.  He’s averaging over 100, and his best score was 175 (beating me).  His method is still a bit chaotic, but you can’t argue with results.

Continuing the tradition of celebrating momma’s birthday with a horribly constructed cake without eggs. A tradition started years before Murrow was born…must have been fate.

This one was titled “I don’t know how to listen to Momma.” Seriously. I can’t make this stuff up.

Momma may have decided not to return to work after her maternity leave, but that doesn’t mean we’ve been spending any less time in the office. There’s lots of important work to be done in there, what with all the fabric to be sewn, glue to be stuck and pacifiers to be spit out. It does get a little old, though, when your office mates crank up the tunes too loud.

Ok, so maybe he doesn’t walk so softly

Our little food bandit has been at it again. First it was tofu off the cutting board. Now it’s stealing tuna (packed in olive oil) out of the can. His comment upon capture? “Tastes like ice cream.” Ok then.

Although Murrow doesn’t enjoy sharing Momma and Poppa, he absolutely adores Olympia. Today he got his first chance to hold her…he did great.

Now that it is officially the hottest month in the hottest city (that we’ll ever live in) going out of the house requires an air conditioned destination. Most recently this destination was the Children’s Museum of Houston.

For some reason in the past month or two, whenever we ask Murrow to smile he gives us this face. Looking up through his eyelids, lips curled into a snarl, and nose scrunched up…kinda evil.

We don’t ask him to smile anymore