From the mouths of babes

We've been watching a little American Idol.  Last year we watched a lot of American Idol.  We vowed this year to skip the try-outs; they're really not about singing well as much as jest.  We even thought we'd watch less of the competition, but then we met David Archuletta.

This little Murray, UT boy can "blow," as Randy would say.  He has been incredible so far, so now we're hooked again.

Bethelle has been watching some of this with us (DVR style, of course).  As one girl sang, she said, "I want to sing like that when I'm bigger."  As Amanda Overmyer sang, however, she said, "Why that girl can't sing, Mommy?  Oh, her throat is bad."  I'll leave it at that.

For historical purposes, I'll just add here that Rigby is now proficient at rolling over and blowing raspberries.  He is beginning to reach out to us when we pick him up.  We think he has inherited crossed eyes from my (Elke's) side of the family and has an appointment with a specialist this week.  Yesterday he made a sound as I changed his diaper that sounded a lot like "I-love-you."  I know he did not really say it, but I also know that he really does.