Tons of videos- Henry.

Since the YouTube has been acting funny every time we try to upload videos, we have quite a backlog. Consider this an early Christmas present.

Here's my favorite thing to do- play computer games. Mama sets up PBSkids.org and June and I happy (and quiet) for a long time. In this game, I'm helping the Triceratops eat plants and avoid bumping into other Triceratops.

Mama really wanted to find a video of Mr. DNA from Jurassic Park to pair up with this video. (You remember, the carton DNA from the tour? "Virtual reality displays show our geneticists the gaps in the DNA sequence to fill in the holes to complete the code. Phew! And then we can create a baby dinosaur.") Anyhoo, it all got us thinking, why do anthropomorphic dinosaurs (and their) DNA always have quirky southern accents?

There is no sound cuter than that of Junie eating an apple. That tiny little crunch is just too much.

Papa got us all riled up the other night. We taught June how to do the sumo stomp.

First, can we just take a minute and talk about how cute Juner is in this little outfit? those tights are adorable. Back to the video. June still isn't saying much and we did catch her saying "Donna", kind of. (Donna is her babysitter at the gym. Of course, she'd say her name first. Geesh.)

Then Juner spun around until she got dizzy. (Adorable!)

Then we put her in the chair and spun her some more. (She doesn't look so good now.)

When it was my turn, I sang "God our Father." Looks like we need to talk a little more about gratitude, because I think "thankful" means "It's time for a snack."

Papa wanted me to make a video for PawPaw, but he should know better. I man in his car jammies needs a few minutes alone with his marshmallow cereal when he wakes up in the morning.

Here's the real reason I'm not talking. Tuesday night was a rough night at our house. Mama made the mistake of looking at a toy catalog with me. I got to circle Christmas present ideas and it was fun until mama mentioned that we'd send my ideas to my grandmas and grandpas and they'd pick out a few for me. What? I don't get everything? I then threw a huge fit because I wanted the Lightening McQueen Power Wheel. Mama told me that no one had $300 to spend on one Christmas present, so then I threw a fit that I wanted the Car race track instead. Then I called Grams Cracker and cried that no one was going to buy me anything and I wanted MatchBox Cars. It took a long time to calm down. Great idea mom. When I did calm down, we horsed around in our room before we went to bed. Unfortunately, we horsed too hard and I wound up head first into the corner of my nightstand. Mama and papa hugged me until they realized there was a little blood on the front of my hair. Then they realized I didn't have any cuts on the front of my head. Then they realized I had a massive amount of blood coming from the back of my head. Papa struggled to stay conscious while he got a washcloth. Despite the amount of head blood, I survived the half inch cut on my head. It sure is rough being 3 going on 4.

Around- Henry.

We check quite a lot of blogs at our house. Some of our friends are great at updating (Cowens, Kradels- thank you!). Others need a little help getting going again (we won't name names, but you know who you are). But we have a good time seeing what everyone else is doing. We try not to make comparisons, but sometimes it is hard not to.

For example, many of our friends have very creative children. Mama gets a little discouraged that I don't take June out on pirate hunts or pretend I'm a baby goat, but tries to tell herself that I have my own kind of creativity. It's a Seibert engineering kind of creativity. I spent a long time working on rigging up all the vehicles to see which one could pull the rest without falling apart.

Not bad for a guy who can't tie knots. Now, if you'll excuse me, it's marshmallow cereal day.

Then mama gets a little discouraged that the most stubborn girl in the world still isn't talking, while everyone else's kid is talking in complete sentences. (You should hear baby Tessa yell "I wanna talk" when Aunt Becky calls her. It's adorable. You'd know if Uncle Kevin ever updated his blog. Harumph.) But we know Juner must know some words because she sometimes yells "Dinosaur" when she sees a picture of a T-Rex. She also said "Hi Miss Donna" to her babysitter at mama's gym, and today ran aroud the house screaming "Chay Ta!" (or Chase Tag!) over and over. In this picture, she's pouting on the couch after mama made another awful meal consisting of NOT macaroni and cheese.

One thing mama doesn't grump about is our sleep habits. Lucky for her, I still willingly take an afternoon nap. And I still go to bed at 8pm and sleep until 7-7:30 in the morning. We actually like the fall time change because it gets us up a little earlier and we're not running out the door trying to make it to school on time every morning. For some reason lately, I've become attached to some stuffed animals. Maybe it's because June likes dolls and mama and papa think it's cute. But my top three are my ctuffed truck (which holds my baby nukies that I had to give up last year), the stuffed fish that Aunt Molly gave me, and my stuffed Curious George. I slept with my George when I was living in Wisconsin, but haven't paid much attention to it until lately. Also, check out my parked cars. Mama isn't sure how they got in my bed, but I was asleep, so she didn't bother with them.

Junie's a good sleeper too. She would sleep until 9 or 10 every day (even after the time change) if we let her. She goes to bed with some books, a flashlight because she wants to be like me, and her moving day doll, which she covers with her blankie and gives a nuk before she goes to sleep.

This afternoon, mama was pleasantly surprised when June recovered from a huge fit, and played quietly with me while mama was baking. She came into see what we were doing and I informed her we were going on an adventure.

I packed up the dump truck because we were going camping. I packed food in case we got hungry, toys and books to play with, and bath toys because the camp ground we were visiting has a bath tub. I also tied a mini shovel and pick axe to the front of the truck in case any branches fell off the trees and we needed to cut them up. (We had out trees trimmed this week, so I'm really into lawn care right now.) How's that for imagination, mama?

Mister Taylor is still working in SC, so he's coming to see us again this weekend. Mama went to the store to stock up and was very discouraged (as she always is) when it came time to pick out some encased meat. The brat selection is so limited down here, and Johnsonville brats are $6 a package! This left her feeling pretty low, so she decided she wanted to make some poppyseed rolls like Great Grandma makes. But of couse, the store doesn't carry canned poppyseed filling (or ever apricot). Add on that it is Thursday- mama's low day of the week (don't ask us why, but she's always in a funk on Thursday). She finally decided that the only thing to pull herself out of her funk was a double batch of scotcheroos. Nothing's better than peanut buttery-chocolate goodness. It's a double batch because we're anxiously awaiting the arrival of John's little brother, who is to be delivered today. (And we know two other babies who are due this week. Miss Andrea, if you're reading this, whouldn't you be walking?)

Then we all helped make a batch of banana muffins for my class tomorrow because it is my turn to bring snacks and be line leader. After all this baking, everyone was feeling better and ready for a nap.

More from Greenville- Junie.

Mister Taylor sent over his pictures from our Halloween trip to Greenville.

I managed to get pretty wet in this fountain.

The best part of the zoo was the elephant exhibit.

This is the closest we've ever been to an elephant. We got to see it suck water into its trunk and spray it into its mouth. (Nasal irrigation at its best.)

Hey, when are you guys going ot let me out of here so I can run around?

We were pretty wet by the time we made it to the covered playground. Henry did hius best to stay dry, and begged mama to put my dinosaur shirt in the dryer so it would be ready for trick-or-treating.

I did my best to get soaked all the way through and had to wait to get stripped down before I could get in my car seat.