James has a couple new toys, thanks to your tax dollars. Kearns High School applied for and received a grant (from a part of the stimulus bill that allowed for technology in schools) to buy every student and teacher an iPod Touch for use in the classroom. As a bonus, every teacher gets an iPad. James is pretty stoked, and one or the other has been in his hands pretty much nonstop. Atty thinks they're pretty cool too, especially the app that lets him draw with his fingers.

His iPod is also a still and video camera, which is a handy bonus. We caught a few pics of Atticus the other day, and this is my favorite. I love his laugh. Notice how the photo is iPod shaped. Kinda funny.


And here's a video, which is also iPod shaped. I hope it works right. James is pretty proud of that pumpkin, as well he should be. It's gorgeous. The colors are beautiful--it almost glows. Atty thinks it's pretty fun to sit on.

Not much else is new this week. We made grape juice at my parents' house on Saturday, and it really felt like fall. Beautiful. And I've picked up more work with my old job at Exhibits, which is a nice change of pace but a good reminder that I really don't want to go back to work full time right now.

And that's what's going on in our lives at the moment.

It must be tied to testosterone or something

Today I was lying down with Atticus in hopes of his taking a nap, and he burped. Then he burped again. Then it became clear he was trying to burp even more.

Soon his "burps" turned into strangled, gargling sounds, which grew longer and louder. Then he started saying "sy-coh!" followed by more strangling sounds. After several rounds of this I finally caught on and asked, "Are you making motorcycle sounds?" To which he enthusiastically replied, "Yeah!"

So yeah, Atticus is definitely a boy.

Haircuts

Ok, I uploaded the photos. I can't remember if I posted about his first haircut, but this about sums it up:

My friend came to the house to cut my hair, and by the time we got to Atticus, he was already tired and worn out. The worst part was afterward when he realized he had bits of hair on his arms and chest (he wouldn't let us put the drape on him beforehand). He totally freaked out, and putting him in the bath just made it worse. He hated baths for months afterward.

So when he started getting shaggy again, we were a little nervous. Then James's barber mentioned Cookie Cutters, a salon that specializes in children's haircuts. For $15, we decided to give it a go. He got to sit in a hotrod and watch his choice of DVD (Thomas the Tank Engine is his current obsession).

He wasn't excited about getting his hair sprayed wet, and the comb and scissors were intrusive. We had to keep reminding him to keep his hands on the wheel and watch the trains, but he never got more upset than this:

And check out the results! Didn't I tell you he was handsome? Wary, but handsome.

And then at the end he got a balloon and a sucker and got to go down the slide a couple times. TOTALLY worth every penny.

Feeling Lazy

I've had a request for a new post, but the last few posts I've tried to put up haven't worked (videos didn't upload), and I don't feel like fighting with Blogger at the moment. And the newest pics are still in the camera, and I don't feel like getting them at the moment. So you'll have to make do with my new favorite picture:

It's currently our desktop wallpaper, and I love seeing this little face every time I get on the computer.

And it's a good preview for our next post, which is about his haircuts. His first haircut was traumatic, but his second went sooooo much better. As much as I loved the long mess in the photo, I may love this trim little boy cut even more. He's so handsome. I'll get those photos posted as soon as I get them transferred from the computer. Soon. I promise.

Look at me.

After pouring a bottle of water over himself.

Whenever Atticus throws a fit, we get face-to-face and say calmly, "Look at me, Atticus..." and then explain why he can't have or do whatever it is he wants at the moment.

So I couldn't help but laugh this morning when, after I tried to offer him water when he'd asked for milk, he grabbed my face and said, "Lookamee. Milk."

He got milk.

A New Look

I've been thinking lately that I want a new look. Something classy and a little more tailored, but not so much that I have to start wearing a girdle. I'm thinking vintage and romantic and feminine. Kind of along these lines:

With this dress:

And a fitted cardigan (not the baggy ones I usually wear):

And (gasp!) a little bit of a heel:

Honestly, I'll probably end up looking more like this:

But in my mind I'll look like this:

And how fantastic is this dress?? (The jacket is actually attached--it's all one piece.)

What do you think? Can I pull it off?

Oh my cuteness

This is my very favorite picture of James. I hope Atticus looks like this in a few years. We'll have to make sure he wears a Superman shirt for his kindergarten photo.

Oh, and James really does have blue eyes. They just look brown in this photo.