One of my Favorite Things

I love having my carpet cleaned. Having Roxy as a pet pretty much dictates that we do it every six months. I enjoy watching the Stanley Steemer guys work and see that dirt come right out. (A sidenote that people who know me well will appreciate: I love having everything off the floor, too. I'm looking into the dining room at this moment. The chairs have been moved out for now and that room feels so nice and uncluttered without them in there). And finally, I like watching the little (and not so little) dark spots vanish.

Allow me to share with you. Here are a couple of spots that were in the dining room. Exhibit A was a present from Roxy. I won't tell you what it was, but I'll give you a hint - it was yellow. Not only was there a spot, but the carpet is grey in general there (see left of spot) because it's a high traffic area. Exhibit B was dirt/mud from a potted plant that was overturned this week - culprit shall remain unnamed. So here are the before pictures:










Looking at the first makes me very unhappy with the mutt. But here are the after.









Ahhhhh, isn't it just wonderful?

Boy's Grab Bag

I just had to mention a few things the Boy did today that I enjoyed. He is somewhat of a sensitive child, so when The Man started pretend wrestling with me in order to provoke the dog, little guy got very upset and cried. I don't mean to say that I enjoy making my child cry, but it was so cute that he was concerned.

Secondly, he has become a pretty good stacker. He now mixes his matrushka doll with the stacking cups. I like to believe that this means he is an out of the box thinker. Who says that the cups have to stick with the cups? I am not interested in what it really means, as my delusion leads to the conclusion that my child is a genius.


Finally, I played with Roxy a little while the Boy was sitting next to me. Roxy gets worn out pretty easily these days and the panting commences quickly after a few tosses of the ball. It was not enough that little guy growls like her, now he pants. Luckily, his breath is currently fresher than hers.

Okay, I said "finally" above but I didn't mean it. No one will care about this but me, but I have to write it down so that I have it written down. I know that makes sense to many of you - don't deny it. I think we have declared the Boy's first word to be...are you ready for this.....it's gonna be a shocker......dog. Yeah. Big surprise there. He's been saying it for a while now. But currently he also says (a lot I might add) "shoes". Sometimes this comes out as "shoes" or "shiss" and sometimes as "ooshs". He loves shoes. He loves playing with them and trying to put them on. But not quite as much as he loves taking them off. He is mumbling "shiss" at this very moment and tugging on them. But I digress. He understands many more words such as: ball, light, more, eat, milk, snuggle, book, his name, Roxy, mama, and daddy. And probably more that we don't know he knows.

If you made it to the bottom, thanks for hanging in!

Here Comes the Sun...for a Minute

Yesterday was absolutely beautiful! We took full advantage of it, sitting outside on the front steps and walking up to the gas station on the corner. The Boy enjoyed being barefoot and having his lil' pants hiked up (I put him in shorts later). He laughed at Roxy snarfing around the front yard and pointed at the cars.

I was giddy to be wearing a short sleeve shirt and flip flops outside - as you can see in this Pioneer Woman-esque picture. Good thing you can't see my toes all that well. They are not summer ready yet. I think I'll do that when I finish here.


And now it's raining outside. *Sigh* I can hardly wait for June.

Kickin' It

The Boy loves to put his feet up. In restaurant high chairs he will not keep his legs in the proper holes if he can get away with it. He puts them on top of the cross bar. Same thing with shopping carts. Whenever he gets a chance to kick back, he takes it - even if it's just a little bit. I caught him relaxing yesterday while he was watching his ABC video. He didn't have a table to prop up his feet, so he improvised. He definitely does not get his laid back manner from me. And I hope that lasts.

Man Over Board!

Last night I decided I wanted to take a bath. I brought the Boy upstairs with me. He usually plays in the bathroom or his bedroom floor until I'm finished. Sometimes he stands at the side of the tub and giggles and reaches for the water. The difference between last night and other times is that he is taller now. He can reach the water. And once he got a taste, he couldn't stop.

Just as I was contemplating getting out, he reached pretty far over and SPLASH! he was in. Head first, feet in the air. I scooped him up right fast and waited for his look of shock to turn into a dramatic cry. Which it did. He was not persuaded that it was fun to be in the bath with mom even though he was fully clothed. I considered going downstairs and grabbing the camera at some point, but decided I would rather not let him drip all over the house. Besides, he was quite sad about the whole thing...no need to prolong the agony. So I got him out of his wet clothes without photo documentation of the event. (My brother-in-law will be so happy to read that.) I did manage to find a couple of bath pictures of him and his friend, Adam, that were taken on SuperBowl Sunday this year, though. You can enjoy that instead. Poor boys...their girlfriends will probably find these one day.


Wow, my kid looks orange!

Happy Birthday!

To my oldest sister and my wonderful mother-in-law. I hope you both have a great day!

Best Toy Ever

Have you seen these before? This is our Matrushka doll. It was given to us by my sister-in-law who served her church mission in Russia. We've had it for years.

The Boy has a number of stacking toys, including this...


...and this.


But he would much rather play with the matrushka. He will spend a good deal of very quiet time with this toy, which I love of course. I can hear him playing with it right now in the living room. It is definitely his second favorite thing, right behind his maraca.

The White Board

I thought I would take a short break from exploiting my son for this blog and switch to exploiting the Man. Like many people, we have a white board on our refrigerator. Among the things I keep on it is a running list of things that I need to do and one that the Man needs to do. Often I come down in the morning to find that he has left me a message before leaving for work. Usually it is something barfy and sentimental like "I love you". Actually, I really like those. But yesterday I came down and saw this (he tried very hard to imitate my hand writing I think)...

I got the bedroom done that day.

The Opposite of Standing

Oh yeah...I can stand. Check me out. Mom's here and this is pretty fun.

Wait, wait...what happened?! She left me and I'm not so sure about this anymore. Why?! Why would you do that, Mom?!






Better get closer to the ground. Slooooooowly, slooooooowly. Assume the squatting position. I think I look like a Ninja when I do this, so it's cool.








Ah yes! Here we go. Much safer.

Happy Easter!

Technically, yesterday was not the Boy's first Easter, but last year we were in Arkansas and I have no pictures of it. So I went a little crazy this time. The Man says that I exploit the little guy for blogging purposes. Eh...so what. He's so dang cute.

We had a leisurely morning and then went to church, which was cut to one hour. So nice! After we got home, we had an egg hunt, so to speak. We did it in the living room because it was too cold and swampy outside and the Boy still prefers crawling. I love this picture so much except for the Imaging Science book and the TiVo remote in the background. Why did I not clean up first?


The eggs were filled with raisins, and once the Boy discovered this he started opening the eggs and shoveling the treats into his pie hole.

I neglected to bring my camera, but we had a very nice dinner with friends that evening that was topped off with a bunny cake. Hope you all had a wonderful Easter, too!

Let's Play!

Today we took little guy to the Play Museum. His favorite part was looking at the fish tanks, which are placed in the hall before you even go in. So much for buying that season pass. But that's okay, because he also enjoyed the building blocks, the mirrors, and the "sand" boxes. He wasn't too sure about the "sand" sticking to his hands at first, but he got over that pretty quick. Here are some of my favorite pictures from today...

On our way out, we ran into this fluffy creature.





The Boy wasn't too sure about her, though. Better snuggle into dad for safety.

It Begins

I knew this day would come. I wrote about it a while ago. Read this post first if you haven't already. The Boy now finds great joy in tossing his food down to the dog. He giggles and giggles whenever she snarfs around his chair and eats his hand-me-downs. So I started to take his food away when he did this. (He's having a hard time breaking the 20 pound barrier and doesn't really need to be giving food away.) That didn't stop him. Oh no. Even if there is nothing on his tray, he still grabs at invisible food and "tosses" it onto the floor. Then he laughs at Roxy for sniffing around for it. It's a little brutal - especially for a 1 year old. So now, during the times he feeds himself, we have to gate Roxy out of the dining room. I can't keep doing that though...I have no permanent solution here.

It's kind of difficult to see in the picture, but if you look closely on the floor to the left of the boy, you'll see his bread pieces on the ground. And below, he is enjoying feeding her his afternoon snacks. Ugh.

While We Wait...

While I wait for more of you to enlighten me with your song choices on my previous post (hint hint), I thought I would share these pictures with you. I bought these flowers at Wegmans this week because...I wanted to. They were so bright and happy. I brought them home and tied that pretty pink ribbon around the vase, which came off of a chocolate milk jug that was given to me by friends for my birthday. They have really helped bring a little sunshine to my winter. Hope you enjoy them, too.

Hair Cut

I finally decided to trim the boy's hair. It was getting a little out of control if you saw my previous post on this topic. I was quite pleased with how it turned out considering how apprehensive I was to take scissors to his mop.

But then the next morning he woke up and it looked like this...
I found it a bit ironic that he is playing with a hair brush.

Oh well. I tried.

Identity Crisis

I am starting to think that my child believes he is a dog. Perhaps he has concluded that since they both get around on all fours, they must be the same species. Therefore, he growls like her, plays in her water dish, and attempts to eat her food. And now this...

My first reaction to seeing the Boy inside the dog bed was to quickly snatch him out. I mean, the dog sleeps in there. Gross. But then of course, I remembered I had a blog and the urge to take a picture overcame that of good hygiene.

He was having such fun, I couldn't bring myself to spoil it - or to put the camera down. Then Roxy came to investigate. I don't think she was very happy with the boy commondeering her bed. But she is getting more tolerant of him and his fascination with all things dog related.

Shake It Up!

Here is the other picture I took on Saturday of the Boy laying in the floor. Incidentally, it was at my birthday get together. (Thanks to all my friends for being there and to those who wanted to be but couldn't.) I love this picture because it also captures little buddy's affinity for his maraca. This was a Christmas present from Mamie and Papa and it rarely leaves his sight now. Whenever you shake it, this toy can do counting or colors in English and Spanish or musical sounds. Since the Boy has a hard time ever keeping his arms still, this is a perfect toy for him. I was a little worried when it stopped functioning correctly after it got dipped into the dog's water bowl. Luckily, it dried out and is back in full operation.

As a result of the inordinate amount of time he spends with his maraca, little guy has learned how to "count" to ten. It goes something like this:

Dad: Let's count it out! One!
Boy: *grunt*
Dad: Two!

Boy: *grunt*

Dad: Three!

Boy: *grunt*
Dad: Four!
Boy: *grunt*

...and so on. He's a genius!

A Happy Place?

I am not sure why and I can never tell exactly when, but lately the Boy can often be found laying on the ground, motionless. He is completely content in this position. I once thought it would be a good idea to get down there with him. When he saw me, he cried, got up on all fours, and crawled away. So I stood up, feeling rejected, and went back to what I was doing. He then returned to the original spot and resumed his lazy demeanor. Here he is on:

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Either this is his Happy Place, or he's given up on life. Whichever it is, he does NOT want to be bothered. Sometimes I feel like I should grab the chalk and outline him.

**In response to Jo's comment, he has never fallen asleep like this and never stays this way for more than 30 seconds. I guess when you've only lived 13 months, 30 second breaks seem sufficient.