Wednesday, November 09, 2005

The Incredible In-Edible Egg

Daddy made his first egg for Colter today. No big deal, you say, right? WRONG. To you, it's as simple as putting the egg in a cup, pour in a little milk, lay it into a little butter in a frying pan and fry it up, right? WRONG. To me, it's about the same as taking a dog turd that's been sitting in the sun a few hours so it's still soft, putting some butter in a pan and frying it up. I HATES EGGS! God, I hope he doesn't remember that I know how to make this for him. To make matters worse, he spit out the first mouthful I gave him. I thought, "you'd better eat this unborn chicken, cuz it's damn sure the last time I fry one up for you!" But, happily, he did down almost all of it along with a small pancake for breakfast this morning.

What did we learn today?
FLAMING DOG TURD = FRIED EGG.

(Gramma Jane can appreciate what I'm saying)

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Sixteenth Month

Sixteen months already. What did I ever do with my time before I had Colter? Everything is about him and 100% of my time revolves around him. I’m not complaining. As a matter of fact, I cannot imagine life without him.

Colter is at a really fun stage. He doesn’t talk much, Mama, Dada, car car, this, that and go is pretty much the extent of his vocabulary but he tells us what he wants or needs in different ways. He says “c’mon, let’s go” by tugging on my shirt and dragging me to where he wants me to go. Usually this is the kitchen to get raisins or his spoons. Yes, I said spoons. For some reason or another spoons are the most exciting toy at this stage. In the cup, out of the cup and in a very OCD kind of order. The spoon handle must be the part in the cup and the head must be sticking out of the cup. Each spoon must go in one at a time or all together, not two or three at a time. If more than one accidentally falls in the cup the whole process must start over.

He wants to know what every letter is. He’ll point to anything that has letters and will say, “dis.” He can distinguish differences between letters. For example, we’ll be reading a Dr. Seuss book and he’ll point to all of the “A’s” on the page. If you ask him to point to the “T,” he’ll scan the page and point to the “T.”

Colter’s down to maybe one nap a day which can be a challenge some days. Fortunately when he does sleep it’s usually at a 1-2 hour stretch. At night he’s usually in bed by 8:00 after bath time and “brushy, brushy the teeth” and up by 7:30 the next morning.

He understands comands; “let’s change your pants, time for a bath, can you pick your cup up?” What’s really cute is how he’ll give hugs and kisses and “snuggle up” when asked. The other day he came over to me while I was cleaning out the sink and yelled, “mama, mama” and put his arms up, signaling pick me up, and gave me a hug. I melted into the linoleum.

Favorite things:
Puzzles
Teletubbies
Jo Jo’s circus
Wiggles
Spoons
Bugs
Running

Can I Buy Your Magic Bus?


I want it,
I want it,
I want it,
I want it!

You can't have it!

Happy Halloween! (less gross version)



Colter's Gramma Jane sent a damn cute costume for him so we thought he ought to have an opportunity to show it off. What better venue than the Mall of America. We went to Camp Snoopy Friday night and Colter got his first taste of Trick or Treating. It took him a few stops on the "TorT" trail to figure out just what the hell those people were trying to do to his pumpkin bucket. Plus, I'm sure he was confused by his Daddy trailing along beside him saying "dibs" when the Salted Nut Roll and Double Bubble were dropped into the pail. Can't wait til he gets bigger and we can go to Valley Fair, he sure likes the rides. The only one he didn't seem to care about was the carousel. Not enough action!