Fear Factor

Oh goodie, Mommy's going to feed me again! (happy face, swinging legs, opening mouth like a bird) What will it be today Mommy? Peaches? Peas? Ooh, ooh how about some of those yellow pear things?! Mmmmm, I sure love those. Here she comes...yum, yum (opening mouth big and wide). Chomp, chomp...hey! Wha? These aren't pears! Oh god, I'm gonna puke! This tastes like sawdust! What is this? Mom, what is this? Chicken. Chicken? I hate chicken (coughing and letting the drool along with the chicken spill out of mouth)!

I Just Want to Eat!!

I'm a good daddy, fed Colter his bananananas before I had lunch, but I'm
also a hungry daddy. So after I fed him I put him in the chair we bought for
taking him out to eat in (making a great high-chair substitute, right now!) and
sat across from him while I had my sandwich. Colter has a little toy shaped kind of like an abacus twisted into a circle that he plays with when he's at the table. Nice little suction cup on the bottom so it stays put. Or that's the theory:

Colter: Throw down the toy.
Daddy: Pick up the toy.
Colter: Throw down the toy.
Daddy: Pick up the toy.

That's the way it went the first few minutes. A couple of times he would even look at me and dangle it over the ground before he let go. I finally took his little letters and "tied" the toy to the letters that were connected to the chair. Here's his initial thought on that:



He examined it a little:


Then figured out there was definitely a way to get it back on the floor:




Too bad he doesn't remember he has no teeth yet!

P.S. - I got to eat.

Little Oaty O's, Oh So Good

Once Colter got back from Grandma and Grandpa's, there was no way in hell he was gonna go down easy. Jenn made supper and while she ate, I fed him Cheerios and took pictures. Basically, I made him my little performing monkey (guilty!). He digs the Cheerios, but they sure make a freaky noise in his mouth since he still has no teeth. Somewhere between a SCREEE! and a CRUNCCCHHH!

Is the first one called "Shall I eat more Cheerios?" or should it be "Yes, yes, Dr. Munson, I can see your point. If one flosses before one has teeth, nothing good can come of it."

"First Snowfall of the Year" or "Learn How to Drive, Dammit!"

January 21st...that's the first time we've had any significant snowfall in the Twin Cities. No, not just in 2005, since last year!

Where's Colter? Why isn't he in any of the pictures? Well since this is the first snowfall of the year, every idiot in the Twin Cities, whether they've lived here all their life or not, CAN'T REMEMBER HOW TO DRIVE!

Colter's on his way back from Grandma Sue's house. I imagine I'll see him sometime just before I go to work Saturday morning.

P.S. - it took Jennifer 2 hours to get home from her mothers. A trip that even with bad traffic is normally no worse than 30-40 minutes.

This last one is without the flash:

C'mon Now, That's Just Gross!

So last night as we're going through our daily ritual of Colter playing turtle and freaking out because he's on his back and whipping around on his stomach WHILE I'M TRYING TO CHANGE HIM and completely annoying me, I discovered what I think is diaper rash. Of course you can read every book possible on child care and while they'll tell you what to do for diaper rash no one actually explains what diaper rash looks like! Here comes the gross part....as I'm looking through the drawer to find the diaper rash ointment, one hand on the kid, one digging through the drawer, I hear what sounds like velcro ripping. In the millisecond it took to turn my head I see our beloved son smiling with the pee soaked diaper in his mouth as to say "hurry up, I'm really, really hungry. So hungry that, wow, this doesn't taste half bad." And so the tug of war battle began between Mommy, "gimme, gimme, gimme," and Colter (laughing hysterically).

Splish, Splash...

Yah! Yah! Yah! Get the floor wet! Get the floor wet! Give Mommy a bath! Give Mommy a bath! Yahhhhhh!

One More Idea for Free Time...

Well, ok, I did think of one other way to get some things done:

• take 1 boy + 1 laundry basket
• put boy in basket
• fill with his laundry fresh from the dryer
• ENJOY five minutes free time before he spits up on all the clean laundry

Works for me, anyway.
-- Jay

Today's Agenda

"Let's see, I've slept in til 8:00, given Daddy plenty of time to snooze. I think today I'll be the biggest pain in the butt I have ever been in my short existance! My agenda:

1. eat the plant in the living room
2. mess up the pile of DVDs and CDs daddy is trying to put away
3. ignore all my toys when placed in front of me for the chance to crawl into the kitchen
4. poop my pants when put into the bouncy chair...green beans, too! Big one!"

It all went according to Colter's schedule until I managed to find a way to get five minutes of peace to get something done:

Presenting...

Let's see if Colter will do his latest trick.

Me Tarzan, You Daddy

I've seen a few diffferent poses and looks when I've gone in to get Colter first thing in the morning. I knew the jammies he was put in last night were a little big...sometimes his arm is lost inside, (which is a dammned creepy look since it appears he's shed one of his limbs sometime during the night). Today's look was new, though. Straight from the jungles of Africa...aaaahhhh iiiiyaaaaaahhhhhaaaa ahhhhhhhhhh. One arm in, one arm out, just like Johnny Weismuller.

First post

This is the first post in my new Blog. I figure this is a much easier way to keep Grandpas and Grandmas to keep up to date with what's happening with our little man.

One thing that's not short is Colter. He had his six-month appointment last week (I know, a little late, but it was a followup to his ear infection appointment - which is cleared up, by the way). If you're planning on buying any clothes for the little guy, you might want to consult Mom and Dad about what size Colter's wearing this week. Right now he's at 29 inches and just a hair under 20 pounds. And this kid was born JUNE 30th!!