The Felix Helix

Felix is mildly obsessed with the cats lately. He's been chasing them around the house and going "I gotcha!!" when he corners an unlucky one in a closet. He thinks it's hysterical. The cats... not so much.

Felix's little brother is still cooking. His working title is Voldemort ("he who shall not be named") because we can't decide on a name. If he comes too early his name well be Voldemort. He may be as yet nameless, but he's definitely starting to make his presence known. Here's a progress shot.

These are some of those pictures Felix is going to HATE later.  Oh well.  They're funny.  So this past weekend we were working on potty training, which means he was hanging out in his underpants and not much more.  At least until he decided he wanted to wear his snowboots with his underwear.   Tittering ensued.

Seriously - this is pretty good. He wrote "A" and "B" and it's almost legible - well, the A is legible. I'm still impressed.

Felix and Giles were having a jolly time in the window the other day. There's a pile of pillows there. Promise.

This fridge toy was a Christmas present from cousins Cassidy and Jocelyn.  He's obsessed.  It's great for wearing him out - we sit in the other room and he'll run into the kitchen, push the button for the alphabet song, run back in to sing it with us, and then go "again!" and do it again.  Over and over and over and over.  And over.

Just because. Happy New Year!

We're thoroughly snowed in.  I think all told, we got about 2 feet of snow.  During the blizzard, we took Felix in the backyard for some snow action (Felix hated it) and Giles managed to lose his wedding ring.  D'oh.  Hopefully when we thaw out, it'll turn up.   Some random pictures of the snow carnage, including my bus stop on the second morning.

Bit of a Christmas marathon over here in our new digs.  We moved just over a week before Christmas, so the whole season snuck up on us pretty quickly.  We did manage to get our tree up and furiously buy a few presents.  Luckily, Grandma and Pop-Pop (well, Grandma) made up for any of Santa's deficits. We did Christmas Eve with Grandma, Pop-Pop, Uncle Andrew, Aunt Kristin and cousin Robbie.  Robbie was eager to help Felix figure out how to open presents, which was probably good because Felix needed a bit of training. Christmas day was just the three (and a half) of us.  I love Felix's ridiculous Christmas pajamas.

We're moving - again.  I couldn't face another baby with no laundry in our building, so we're moving on.  We'll be further off the beaten path (pretty far up in Fort Greene) but we have a backyard and laundry IN our apartment.  WOOOOO.  That is all.