Sunday, August 31, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Anyways, I saw the perfect pillow. Ok, so it's not a normal pillow. But I called Jeff to see if he could talk me about of buying it, but he failed, but made me promise to not give it to him until he came home. So home it came. I tried to hide it from him (I obviously didn't pick a good enough spot because he found it) and when he found it, he started laughing hysterically, hugging it, rolling around on the ground with it... it was definitely worth the $17.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
I heard it happens. I knew it would happen one day. But ouch....
(Honestly I'm happy, because it just goes to show how much he loves it there)
(But, I'm his mom! He should always choose me first)
OH! Carson got a wasp bite when we were in PEI. We were leaving the Superstore, walking across the parking lot. I was carrying Carson and all of a sudden he started to cry and I look at him and see this bloody wasp attached to his wrist. I flicked it off (it held on tight!) and the stinger was stuck in his wrist. We got it out (didn't squeeze it, it was long enough we could just pull it) and after a few minutes of crying (more like the ouch whining?) we got into the car and he was fine. He kept touching his wrist and I asked him to show it to me every 5 minutes or so, and there was a bump for a few minutes but then it disappeared and he never "mentioned" it again.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
The past week or so, he's changed. He makes different voices, says words differently, acts differently - it's all wonderful changes, but it's so evident that he's growing up. He just keeps changing, right when I think I know all he can do - he surprises me. And does something else. And it blows my mind.
I'm rather happy to report that after 2 weeks vacation, he was a little shy with his caregiver and was sneaking smiles at her, and after a few minutes, it was like he had never left. He LOVES her (asks about her on the weekends, and in the morning when you ask if he wants to go, he goes to the front door to get his shoes on). Makes me very happy. I showed up today a little late and he was sitting in a circle with the other kids (two more started part time, so now there are 5 kids in total) listening to her read a book, his mouth was open and he was just staring at her... he LOVES stories.
It's insane. In PEI, we were all sharing a room so storytime took place on the bed (normally at home it was always in the chair in his bedroom). When we got home, the first night i put him to bed and when I went to sit down in the chair he started yelling and ran out of his room and into my room. He was saying bed (I thought he was saying bath and it took me a while to clue in). Now story time takes place in mommy and daddy's bed. Maybe it's time to put the chair in storage until baby number 2.
Anyways, here's a picture. Look at him, doesn't he look older? Maybe it's just the warmer clothes (the mornings are rather chilly here in Ottawa this week)
And, he was quite happy to get back to all his cars. He always has about 2 or 3 with him (if you peek on him sleeping at night he's sure to have one car grasped in his hand). Now they all live on his table and he'll play with them for hours on end (ok, a total exageration, but you know what I mean). He started kneeling at the table (Grandma taught him that here, but he started doing it all the time in PEI), so now he gets onto his small chairs and kneels and today I caught him standing on them. And trying to walk from one chair to another. He obviously tried something like that while I was making dinner cause I heard the chairs fall and then he cried. I hate when something happens and I'm not watching, because I can't see exactly where he hit himself so I don't know where to look for injuries!
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Anyways, he's been a treat since we've been here, totally seems to be coming out of his shell and not super shy like he normally is. Walking around in restaurants saying hi to everyone. Actually, since we got here he started saying "Hello" which KILLS me. The funniest word I think he has.
We've been stuck inside most of the time so far, but have had visitors non-stop, so we've been having a good time. Today I'm hoping to go to a farm (or bowling if it starts raining again), and to just get out of the house.
Grampy has a sit-on-lawn mower (I'm sure there's a proper word for it, but I don't know what it is) parked against the barn and Carson is obsessed with it. He always has to go out and see it (even in the rain) and when we get right up close to it, he says WOW. And it's so dramatic the way he says it. Too cute.