Monday, December 25, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
The Cotton Bowl

Somehow (ahem, Sally) he got ahold of some cotton balls.
So after he gave them the usual taste test, he started to throw them around the house, running after them and shouting with glee the whole time.
We thought it was kind of silly, until it dawned on me - we told him they were cotton balls.
Since, you know, if you have a ball, you have to throw it, then find it, then throw it again. Many many times.
18 month check-up
26 lbs, 11 1/2 ounces.
Clean bill of health all around.
Got some shots, and blood drawn for tests. That all pretty much sucked.
He was pretty fussy after all that, so I spoiled him by giving him a bologna and cheese sandwhich for lunch, and now he's chilling out watching the Curious George movie.
Whew. No more (required) Dr. visits now until he's 2.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
bubble wrap

Before he handed this to me back to me, he had run around with it in his mouth for about a half an hour, muffling "Woooweee!", arms waiving over his head, running around like a rocket was stuck in his butt.
I think the only reason he wanted me to finally take it back was because it was covered in slobber.





