Our little stereotype


Happy Birthday Choo Choo

Easter Egg Hunter

Kim and I love any holiday that involves chocolate, so to spread the joy of the holiday with Murrow, we went down to the zoo for their easter egg hunt. They had a seperate caged-in area for toddlers to go wild picking up eggs…with about 3 eggs per square foot, so chances were good that Murrow could find a couple. Yes, we know that Murrow is deathly allergic to eggs. However, he calls them “footballs” so we’re pretty sure it is ok.

Videos for Murrow

This post is actually more for Murrow than for anyone else. Whenever he is downstairs near the computers, he’ll point to one of them and go “Turtles” or “Choo Choo”…which is our cue to pull up some online videos for him. I’ve gotten tired of trying to type in the appropriate search keywords, so here’s a sampling for him to watch.

On to the videos

Turtle Is the New Doggie

Murrow used to go around calling everything Doggie. But we have a few books now that have turtles tuttling away in the background, and now that’s his favorite animal. And it’s just about the cutest word he says. Lucky for him, Jazzy made a trip to the zoo with the kids so he could see one up close and personal (through a wall of glass, of course).

Turtle Turtle Turtle

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Democracy in Action

With a vote that actually mattered and a candidate we can be excited about, the family went a’caucusing this afternoon. Murrow wasn’t necessarily interested in the finer points of Hillary’s vs. Obama’s health care plans (although he should, the allergic little monster) but he loved flirting with the captive audience.


In Murrow’s never-ending quest to become a big boy, he’s eschewing sippy cups, instead asking to drink out of a regular cup. This of course makes us happy and insane at the same time, since he usually gets several really good gulps in before getting over-confident and dumping the rest of the water down his shirt.

Anyone know where to get some decent melamine cups that aren’t part of some silly marked up play sets?

Glamour Shots

The past few weeks, Kim and I have given Murrow another bad haircut, he’s been so itchy that he’s scratched up most of his body, his nose has been running non-stop, and he’s been drooling all over the place. Yet, with all that, he’s still the cutest little kid to ever walk this planet. Photo proof attached.


Murrow is obsessed with bubbles. It got its start early-on with the automated bubble-o-matic from Oma and Opa and accellerated with the bubble horn from Grandma and Grandpa. He chases them around popping them, then tries to blow a few himself with sporadic success. He’s even gotten in the habit of saying “pop” every time he catches one.