Tato-head

One of Corin's favorite things to do is put on somebody else's shoes (mine, daddy's, Ryanne's) and wander around the house proclaiming, "I'm a Tato-head!" as loud as he can.

Dentist

Corin had his first cleaning the other day. He actually let me put him on the table and allowed himself to be drawn into the cartoons and headphones. He went from a death grip wrapped around my entire forearm trying to pull himself from the table to gently holding my hand down by his hip. They got everything cleaned. We have to watch his molars - they're very ridged, like mine and will hold on to anything he puts in his mouth. If we can keep them clean, no biggie. If we can't, he might get cavities back there, like I did.

So far, looks like both kids have my teeth and not daddy's. Let's hope that holds!

It's hard being two

Mostly because it's really hard to only stick up two fingers when people ask you how old you are. Usually he has to ask me for help and I fold his fingers over and catch them with his thumb. When he tries to do it on his own, he uses one hand to mimic that motion - folding fingers over and trying to get the thumb down in time to catch them and keep from them popping back up. He's successfully done it on his own one time. Luckily I had my camera.