Cookin'

Rhys loves to cook.  Before I got pregnant and thus wasn't repulsed by the idea of preparing meat, I was very diligent in my efforts to come home after work and make a nice dinner.  Rhys would "help" in whatever way he could and he loved it.  He's continued to love it even over the last two months when we've pretty much just made scrambled eggs or grilled cheese sandwiches every night.

Given his affinity for cooking, Brian and I got him a play kitchen for his birthday.  It is as big of a hit as we'd hoped.  It's the only "toy" that he consistently plays with and is willing to play with by himself.

On another note, this is one of the cool motorcycle shirts that Rhys got for his birthday. Unfortunately, it's just a tad too small...we couldn't help but think of Chris Farley when we put it on him...big boy in a little shirt.

Saturday Morning

Most of our Saturday mornings involve a walk to Starbucks and the nearby park.  Here are a couple of pics from a recent morning that was particularly beautiful.

I love the sweet way Rhys is resting his hand on Dada's leg.

I'm kind of shocked we were able to get a decent pic of the three of us!

A different Saturday morning, a different walk - same cute boy.

Undies!

On most nights, the last thing I do before I put Rhys in his crib is list for him all of the people that love him.  If I forget, or try to skip this step, he reminds me.  He says "talk people".  This means "let's talk about all of the people that love me."  So, we go down the list...

Mama loves Rhys
Dada loves Rhys
Grandpa loves Rhys
Grandma Donna loves Rhys
Grandma Ann loves Rhys
Nanna loves Rhys
Papa loves Rhys

etc, etc, etc

After each person he repeats me, except that he leaves out "loves."  It goes like this:

Me:  Auntie Audrey loves Rhys
Rhys:  Auntie Aud-da-da-da Rhys

Last night, our routine took a funny twist.  The last book we read was The Potty Book, so that topic was on the brain.  The very last page in that book says "undies" and we talked about how he'll get to wear undies, like Mama and Dada, when he goes to the bathroom in the potty.  And then our "talk people" routine turned into this:

Me:  Katie loves Rhys
Rhys:  Katie wear undies

Me:  Debra loves Rhys
Rhys:  Debra wear undies

And so we went down the list.  It was quite funny.