me & my valentine, taken by my other valentine

We were twice blessed this week with packages for the Rocketfamily. First up was Sandra, who tucked away an assortment of thoughtful items for us before she took off for the left coast. Again, a snazzy mix of 'stuff for us' and 'stuff for Sprout.' I am well pleased.

finger puppet theatre starts now

And then, just when my parents were getting suspicious of the constant stream of boxes arriving for us, the Lester box showed up on the doorstep.

blake gets in touch with his inner dragon

Remember last week when I moaned & bitched about my 70's childhood? Well, Amy was in a mindmeld with me (as usual), and she accompanied the terrifying Dragon Bath Towel with the tiny Nutshell Library. Squee!

in lieu of the original Amy Bunny, I started reading Alligators All Around to Blakedor in her official costume.

I've discovered a new trick to keep the baby occupied. Jean gave us a turtle for Christmas that includes a mirror, and I've taken to setting it up a few inches from his face when I change him. He's hypnotized by his own reflection - he just coos & babbles away until one of his flailing hands manages to catch hold of the toy or knock it over completely. I call it Blake TV. Now my biggest problem is that I like to watch him watch himself, so I'm not capitalizing on his fascination. Nuts.

He controls the horizontals, he controls the verticals too...