Cool Kid

Caleb and his "cool" glasses. When he puts them on he says either "cool" or "cute," which his Grandma taught him to say ("I cute" was actually what she taught him). Nevermind the fact that he totally doesn't match and he's wearing one of my shoes. :-)


And our little helper. Justin and I were cleaning out the office this weekend, shredding old files like crazy. Caleb thought he'd help out and dump the bag of shreddings on the floor. What would we do without him???

Talking Like Crazy

It's never a dull moment around our house! Caleb is constantly asking me to "go outside minute." (Can you tell that I always say, "In just a minute...") :-) He doesn't understand that it's like 147 degrees outside, it's incredibly humid, and his MOMMY IS PREGNANT! I'm thinking we need a swingset and a slide inside the house. It sure would make things easier this summer! :-)

On Friday, we had our 3rd swim class and Caleb did great. He didn't fuss or cry one single time. There was even smiling. :-) It was such a relief that he had fun. Now he asks all the time to go to the "wimmin poo." When mom and dad say "no" because it's raining (like yesterday), he wants to call one of his grandparents and ask them if he can go (I'm not sure how at 21 months old he knows to go to the reinforcements!). Yesterday he asked his Mimi over and over and over to go to the "wimmin poo." Besides the fact that she lives 1000 miles away and couldn't take him anyway, mommy and daddy had already said no. He wasn't very happy about that!

We seem to have gotten over the Elmo obsession and have moved on to trucks, trains, and airplanes. He is SUCH a little boy. We never have really tried to get him interested in anything in particular, we just see what he likes and go with it. Ever since our trip to Detroit where he flew on an airplane and saw a train for the first time, he can't get enough. Planes fly over our house regularly, and if he even hears one, he starts looking for it and saying, "hear o-plane."

And now that summer is here, he wants a "pop coo coo" (popsicle) about every 5 minutes. :-)

We're trying to keep Caleb in worship service with us as long as possible on Sundays. Yesterday he made it through the middle of communion and decided to go lie down in the aisle. It was time to go back to his class! I started toward him and he took off running to the front of the auditorium. I thought I was going to have to chase him on stage, but he stopped after a few pews! As we were going out the door he said, "bye bye" to everyone.

Look, An Update!

Caleb and I had our second mommy and me swim class today. Last week, he screamed his head off the ENTIRE time, but today it was only about 75% of the time. It's an improvement! I also found out why they instituted a double diaper policy (one disposable swim diaper under a reusable swim diaper) so the water is not contaminated by little baby poop.

Caleb's vocabulary is booming lately. He talks NON-STOP. Apparently he takes after his mother because my sister would be asleep before we even left the driveway and I would stay awake no matter how far away our destination and talk they WHOLE time. *sigh* We had to go to BabiesRUS earlier, and our drive there (about 20 minutes) went something like this:

Caleb: Mommy.Mommy.Mommy.Mommy.Mommy.Mommy.Mommy!
Me: What, Caleb?
Caleb: Balloon!
Me: You see a balloon?
Caleb: Right there.
Me: Okay

Caleb: Mommy.Mommy.Mommy.Mommy.Mommy.
Me: Yes, Caleb?
Caleb: choo choo train
Me: You see a choo choo train?
Caleb: Right there.
Me: Okay.
Caleb: Hold the choo choo train?
Me: No, you can't hold the choo choo train.

Caleb: Mommy.Mommy.Mommy.Mommy.
Me: (growing tired of hearing the word Mommy) what, Caleb?
Caleb: chuck! (translation: truck)
Me: You see the truck right there.
Caleb: Okay.
Caleb: Heavy truck.
Me: Yes, the truck is very heavy.
Caleb: Hold the truck?
Me: No, you can't hold the truck.

Caleb: Mommy.
Me: Yes, Caleb?
Caleb: Daddy home soon?
Me: (thinking, "Oh, I wish!") No, honey, Daddy's at work.
Caleb: Daddy at work. Mommy at work.
Me: Yes, Mommy's at work, too.
Caleb: Caleb at work.
Me: Okay. Caleb's at work, too.

And on and on and on. :-)

Yesterday, my sister called and told me she was on her way to get a pedicure and manicure before their vacation next week because Kurt was home watching Ava. It was 4:00 in the afternoon! I resisted telling her how envious I was because I wasn't expecting my husband home until 8:30 last night because of a teleconference with Singapore. These are the days I wish Justin was in sales because he is NEVER home at 4 in the afternoon unless he's sick. Oh, wait. He doesn't get sick. :-) Sis, you don't know how good you've got it!!

What The BOY is doing...

Presently, trying to turn off the computer while I'm using it for the 3rd time in 24 hours. And, no, he hasn't learned the art of working the mouse and clicking on the "Start" menu for this process. He just walks right over to the CPU and pushes the little light. Fun times, I tell ya.

Just a while ago, he grabbed my shirt and wiped his nose with it. Lovely.

He LOVES sympathy, as witnessed by the fact that he still says, "knee hurt," even though he skinned his knee 2 weeks ago. I cut my knee shaving yesterday and it didn't take him long to notice and tell me, "knee hurt." Actually, yes it did!

His language is rapidly developing, which is a good thing. He never really stops talking. Most of the time we can understand what he's saying, but sometimes it's anybody's guess. I'm frequently called in to translate when others are around. :-)

He's learned to say "love you, (insert name)." It's precious. Except he very rarely says, "love you, mommy"...it's almost always, "love you, daddy." I'll say, "Caleb, can you say love you mommy?" "Love you, daddy" is the response. Little stinker.

I would post pictures of Caleb in the bluebonnets, but someone has run off with the cord to connect my camera to the computer. Hmmm...wonder who that could be. He's just keeping y'all in suspense.

He's Going to Give Me a Heart Attack

Last night Caleb climbed (fell) out of his crib. He was one day shy of 17 months old. Isn't it a little early for that???

My mother-in-law suggested we turn the bed around so the short part faces the wall. Great idea! It kept him in there all night.

Except this morning he has destroyed the wallpaper border behind his bed. There are pieces everywhere.

Doesn't this child know his mother is pregnant and doesn't have the energy to worry about him busting his head open climbing out of his bed and/or destroying his room???

After being awake a lot last night, he took a whole one hour nap today. Oh the things I can get done in one hour (tongue firmly in cheek). Seriously, this kid may be the end of me.

It gets better, right?