Race Car Driver

David was a race car driver for Halloween. Here are a few pix of my speed racer.

New PJs

Brand New Elmo PJs. Sleep Tight.

Sunday, Sunday

Why are Sundays so busy? They are supposed to be a day of rest but never really are. Tripp woke up at 6:45am. (Side Note: I know I am supposed to want my little boy to take his time growing up but I can't wait until he is a deep sleeping teenager) I worked out while Tripp played with Grandma Kate. Then church, errands, brunch for two and more errands.
Nap Time for Tripp.
We then played outside (tricycle bumper cars - don't ask why or how) and took a walk with Uncle Eric. We wrapped up with dinner, potty times, bath time and dancing ("Baby Loves Jazz" then "Baby Loves Hip Hop"). Somewhere in here I cooked and cleaned the kitchen and showered (I think). By 10pm, Tripp is sleep, I am tired and still billable work is screaming to be done. Tomorrow is Monday. :/

Happy Nights.

Tall, healthy, happy and demainding

So, I know it has been a while. Let me give you a quick update.

Baby is now a toddler. 20 months old with a growing vocabulary and limitless range of motion. He has been jumping with 2 feet since 16 months (which my co-worker is convinced is seriously noteworthy). More disruptive to my home, is his ability to climb and jump off anything over 1 foot high.

He is a semi-vegetarian. He refuses to eat any meat except ground turkey or beef concealed in some sort of sauce (preferably tomato). No chicken nuggets, no burgers, no fish, no shrimp. If it once moved at will, he will not eat it.

He loves his parent's bed. Every time his father is out of town, he wakes up every night to cry his way into the master bedroom. Then once there, he gives me a smile like "yeah --this is the life".

For some reason he will not say the number one. If you say one, he says two. If you say two, he says two, then laughs as if he knows how wrong he is.

He has a serious case of separation disorder that applies to all who enter his presence. If you enter the room and he likes you, then you cannot leave. If you do, all who are left behind will feel the wrath of King David.

When he cries he reminds me of the Lion from the Wizard of Oz. It's loud, starts off slow and ends dramatically.

He has a freakishly long attention span for his age. If he you get him started with blocks or with his water toys, you've got yourself 30 to 45 minutes.

Tall, healthy, happy and demanding - everything a 1 and 1/2 year old should be. By the way, the terrible two's really starts at 18 months. Nobody tells you that when you are childless (but they should).

-oh, and still not potty trained but that is a post for another day.

Here are a few pictures.

Look Ma. . . No Hair!

More updates to come soon.

Look Ma. . . No Hair!

More updates to come.