"That's better"

Tonight, after 45 minutes of reading books with Cole, I told him it was time for bed. I grab his cup and head for his room. He comes, weeping, behind me. Usually he says he doesn't want to go to bed, but it's not a meltdown. I try to calm him down and finally he controls himself enough to say "I want to ___". He repeats it over and over while I rack my brain trying to remember what this word might be that he's using. Finally he says it a little clearer. "I want to race." "You want to race to bed?" "Yah," he says. So we come back out to the living room, turn around, and race back to his bedroom and of course he wins. We get to his bed and he says quietly to himself, "There, that's better," and hops in bed.

Go Daddy Go!

Daddy plays church softball in the summer and fall, and one day Miss Page said she would watch me since Tyson goes to bed too early for Mama to take me to the games. So I went and had a grand time watching the game and playing with Freeman and Evan. The next day I told Mommy, "Momma...we say 'Go 'Deemer!'...that's what we say at the baseball game...and we say 'Go Daddy Go!'...We say that at the baseball game too. Go 'Deemer! Go Daddy!" (for clarification, "'Deemer" is Redeemer, our church). I was VERY proud to tell Momma what Miss Page taught me at the baseball game.

Is Mama scary?

Cole gets scared relatively easily, especially if we're rough-housing with him. I was playing with him one day, not doing anything scary, and he started whining. "What's wrong?" I ask. He pouts out, "Mama's being scary." "No, Momma's not scary. Come on, we're just playing." He comes back vehemently, "Yes, she IS scary!"

I think he's going to be a doctor...maybe a plastic surgeon

Potato Heads accoring to Cole...maybe he should be a podiatrist...the feet are the only things in the right spot on all 3.

Clowning around

Riding the horse that my great-Grandpa hand-made.

When Momma's in the shower I try to keep Tyson productively engaged...

Nana gave me a train table that works to play ON and UNDER. I would like to point out that I did NOT do the artwork on the underside...I'm much too mature for that.

One of my favorite things to do..."Silly Videos!!" Watching America's Funniest Videos with the big guy and the littlest guy.

"Mommy, look at my band-aids!"

For some reason Mommy chuckled when I told her to "look at my band-aids!" Then she reminded me that they're called "silly bands." Whatev...they're still cool and I still got them on my wrist by myself...and I still call them band-aids.

Daddy, look at me!

Tyson started standing up and cruising at the beginning of June (9 1/2 months old) and stood watching Thomas mow out the window.

M-Braves - My first real baseball game

I love baseball, or at least the idea of it. I walk around the yard with a plastic bat and beat on things, every now and then I hit a ball (though Momma says it looks more like golf than baseball), and I talk about baseball. Daddy got some tickets through his work, so we got to go to a Mississippi Braves game!

I was interested for a few minutes, but let's face it, baseball isn't the most spine-tingling sport out there. And I know what's at baseball parks.

First I make them laugh and think, "Oh, what a cute little guy that Cole is. I think I should buy him something."

Then I give them the one-two punch...that's one hotdog, then I say, "I want some more please" in a cute voice and ba-da-bing, Grandpa buys me hotdog number two!

I'm getting close to being 3 years old, and that's almost a teenager, so I have to practice being way too cool to sit close to my parents...

Well, they have me trapped now, hopefully these glasses will help the ladies overlook the un-coolness I'm surrounded by.

"Want to read the story about Cole going to the zoo"

Momma's been taking over the blog long enough. I'll take the reigns from here: A few weeks ago we got up early and got to the zoo at 8:15 so we could enjoy it before it got too hot. Here I am on the way there. Can you see the excitement in my eyes?

Zebras, ostriches, antelope, gazelle, ahhh, basking in the glory of wild animals

Mama, why did we have to bring THIS one along? He's making me look all trashy throwing his snack on the ground. They're gonna kick us out of paradise on earth with this kind of behavior.

Well, he is kinda cute...I guess he can come along...but make him keep his Cheerios in his mouth.

My other love....trains....Daddy took me on the train....$2.00 well spent.

At nap-time and night-time I always, without fail, ask Momma, "Want to read the story about Cole going to the zoo." That means I want her to tell me about going to the zoo. So she lays on my bed, closes her eyes, and mentally walks through the zoo recounting all the animals, big and small, while I listen with a joyful look on my face, and remember this little slice of heaven. I. LOVE. THE. ZOO.