The kids are making some great strides these days. Molly can sit up by herself at times. She can hold her own bottle at times. She can even roll herself over from back to belly and sometimes belly to back. Samantha has started taking swimming lessons. She has started taking showers instead of baths. She can now do simple math as well as ride her bike around my car in 6.4 seconds.
I was driving Samantha to school yesterday when she told me to watch for deer. That there were momma dear, and baby deer, and daddy dear... "They have branchlers" Sam said. "What are branchlers?" I asked. "The deers have branches on their heads called branchlers" she explained.
Last night I was walking by Samantha's room and heard something odd. Tigger speaking in French. "Sam" I asked "Are you watching that in French?" She looked at me without replying with a confused look. I'm assuming she just didn't know what French meant, however, in retrospect, I wonder if she would have replied if I asked "Vous regardez cela en francais?"
Sam and I got bored on Saturday, so I suggested we go to the garage and build a robot. After about a half an hour, we had a makeshift, super-cool tough-looking wooden robot. I suggested that she should paint it to her liking, and of course now, the formally tough robot is a primarily pink, rainbow "robette" (Sam says it is a girl robot).
Two awesome milestones to report: 1. Molly rolled from her belly, to her back without assistance. 2. Both girls slept all night in their own beds.
Tonight at dinner I was telling a boring story to Jen and Sam. Molly was there too, but blankly staring at the table. My story derailed when I used the word, juxtaposition. "What is Jacksopodishes dad?" asked Sam. "I think dad just made up a word" explained Jen. Oh crap, I'm pretty sure I used the word correctly, but was not completely sure the proper definition. "Two things that are next to each other" I explained. I finished my boring story and the night went on as normal. However, when the girls went to sleep I had to double check... yep, I'm good.
Molly is about four months old now, and making some great strides over the last few weeks. First, she is now eating baby food. Second, she is starting to use her hands. She can hold stuff up, grab things, etc. However, she can also grab and throw her pacifier. Third, she is cooing, which is fun to hear, but is also nice because she now has a third setting besides silence and crying.
Back in November, I did the no shaving thing. I told Samantha that I would look like Santa Clause, but with dark hair. She remembered a version of that statement. The other night I gave a kiss goodnight and she told me that my whiskers tickled. She followed that up with exclaiming that I was like The Black Santa.
Well, my website is getting stale and I don't like it anymore. I am in the process of wireframing a new version of jakewozniak.com. Hopefully some freelance stuff pops up, but otherwise I'm going to try to find some time to get this done in the next few months.
I stayed home with my 4-year-old daughter Sam today because she was sick. Toward the end of the day she finally regained her apatite. We discussed the idea of a peanut butter and honey sandwich. She liked the idea and offered me a high-five. She told me that she was a great high-fiver. I asked f there was anything he wasn't great at. She told me that she wasn't great at flying because she didn't have any wings.