Treadmill

Oh My God.

Get a treadmill and an electrical generator and put this child on it.

I'm not sure if there was something in the air, or it's four days after Thanksgiving or what, but it seemed that every fifth child at the library today was having a bad energy management day. A was one of them, and he was one of the better ones. He ran around. He banged things. He unshelved books. He dragged chairs all over the place. He kicked walls. He ran away. He went limp when I held his hand and tried to walk to the car. And of course it was raining when we wanted to play outside and the sun was shining in his eyes when I wanted him to take a nap.



Oh, and I got some pictures from my brother-in-law.

Happy Thanksmas

A had a pretty good time at Thanksgiving. We went to my folks' house and met with other relatives. For some reason I kept my camera in the car, so I don't have any good pictures. My relatives, on the other hand, took some video, and I hope I might get some e-mailed to me so I can post it here.


Saturday we decorated my folks' tree (my sister and husband were in town and the artificial tree is about twice as hard to put up as a real live dead tree). This time I remembered to take a few pictures of my own.

Great Leaps of Logic, Captain!

Quick update. A is 36 inches high and weighs 32 pounds.

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Scene: In a local supermarket. M has driven his truck to the market (from work), and J & A have walked there. We've shopped, and now it's time to go home.

M (holding A): OK, A; it's time to go. Which daddy do you want to carry you home, and which daddy drives the truck home?

A: I wanna ride in the truck.

J: (putting groceries away): You can't ride in the truck because the car seat's in the other car. So which daddy do you want to carry you home, and which daddy drives the truck home?

A (silent for a moment): I want you to go home and get the car seat.

M (laughing): I could see that one coming.

Update

Man, I didn't realize how far behind we've gotten in postings.

For Halloween A dressed up as Captain Monkey Paws. We went trick-or-treating in our old neighborhood, but not too many people were home.

A likes making popcorn with my mom. I'm not sure if he likes watching the kernals pop up or adding the butter.

We went on a hike. I don't recall if this picture is just before or just after he stuck a piece of gravel up his nose. Yes: we were out of town. Yes; it was a weekend. Yes; we went to a doctor's office. No; he's not going to stick rocks up his nose any more.

We went to a small town. I thought maybe the courthouse would have cool architecture; but the local play structure turned out to be more structurally interesting.

Cheesey Choo-choo

Today A picked up a part of his wooden train set that makes a hill and said, "Looks like gouda."  After we hid our smiles, M and I had to agree, the wedged shaped wood did look like cheese.

Sayings

Well... A's new favorite thing to say is "A bite J" when I announce that we're going to do something he doesn't want to do.

He's also into negation by fiat, as in, "A's hands not dirty any more."

Oh, and Saturday afternoon, after serveral days of waking up at 5:30, M decided that A was cranky and persuaded A to take a nap at 4 PM. He didn't get up until fourteen hours later. I think it's because of the time zone change and a growth spurt.