Kiss the Belly

Even though Vash wasn't very old when I was pregnant with Rhyla, he was still very interested in whatever it was in my tummy. He would come up and stare at my abdomen. It was getting bigger, and rounder, like a ball! He knew it was something special. He knew he couldn't be rough with it. But just what was it in mommy's tummy? We tried to tell him it was a baby. His baby. A baby girl . He would be our helper. He would be sure she was safe and happy. He was going to be her Hero. He must of liked that because he would ask me to show him his sister, (You know, lift the shirt up.) then he would rub his hands over my bump and give her kisses.

He "Aint" Whistling Dixie

We have a great picture (which I will find and add later) of Vash trying to whistle. He was only about seven months old at the time and loved the sound but didn't possess the skill to actually do it. He would stare, entranced, at our mouths, probably trying to figure out how we made that noise. Now that he's older and loves Snow White and the seven dwarfs, his favorite song is "Heigh- ho!" Partially because he can say most of the words and partially because of the whistling. Although he still can't whistle so it comes out more like  he's hyperventilating than anything. It's still adorable though. You should see it. He rocks back and forth between his feet and sings:
"Ha - ho, Ha- ho.... GO!!!!"
*Hyperventilation*
"Ha- ho, Ha-ho, ha-ho, ha- ho!"

The Striped Ghost

So this wasn't that long ago, but seeing as how I can't remember all the other memories I WAS going to write about, you get to hear this story.

Vash hates the sun. Hates it. He's always saying "It's hot!" and telling me "EYE! EYE!" while pointing to his squinting eyes. For those of you who don't speak Vashese that means "It's in my eyes and it hurts!" So, we were given the gift of shade from a woman who works in Papa's office at my baby shower. Yep, she got us these super nice Eddie Bower sun shades that even roll up themselves when tugged on. After a long and grueling drive to Texas, Vash, in either anger, sleepy irrationality, or just plain toddlerdom, broke the sun shades. "Eye! Eye!" he screamed as he pulled them down and to pieces... The poor dead sunshades. Well, that's the back story. So now, we were on our way to Utah and Vash was being tormented by his mortal enemy. He wanted to sleep, but how could he? His eye! His eye! He cried and through a fit and I finally told him to cool it and threw a pink and white striped receiving blanket over his head. He promptly fell asleep. Every time I looked back at him, I couldn't help but laugh. Our little striped Ghost.

Monkey Thought Translator

There's a movie called "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs". It's a great movie about an inventor. He has a pet monkey and one of the inventions is a Monkey Thought Translator. You cant imagine how many times we wished we had a Vash Thought Translator. What did he think about the car? Was it a magical experience to sit in the car seat and suddenly be some where else? What about the toys that make noise? Did he think they were alive? Were the stuffed animals real animals? And the TV. Did he wonder about the magic box on the wall that contained tiny singing cartoon characters? What did he think about solids? And when did he figure out what packages contained cookies and chocolate VS. vegetables or meat? What about the microwave or the oven? Something goes it yucky and comes out yummy. Is that magic? I don't think we'll ever forget those bright interested eyes. (Heck, they're still bright and interested.) Or his curious and observant expressions. But now that he's learning to speak, I guess we wont need a Vash Thought Translator. (We will however still put in an order for a Rhyla Thought Translator. *Joke*)