Sweet tooth

The boy has a crazy sweet tooth. He's always after cookies or ice cream or something. Thankfully he'll take applesauce in their place most days.

Today we were unloading all the girl scout cookies from my car. He walks in and stares at the boxes of Peanut Butter Sandwiches. "Are all of the orange ones for me?"

Uh...no, sweetie.


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Favorite things...

Corin has always loved stuffed animals, but hasn't shown any interest in attaching to any one in particular. Until MewShoo. We've had this cat for some time, but he never really showed much interest. Now, though, "she" is his beloved cat. She has personality, likes, dislikes, activities. Usually she lives in his bed and waits for him to come to sleep. Today, she ventured out with him. They have been playing together all morning, after he showed me how she stretched and made a tunnel with her body.

He is also obsessed with the color orange. We had a long discussion when we were going to ride Thomas about painting Thomas orange. I didn't think that was possible. He thought it was mandatory. While there, we stumbled across Murdoch, who happens to already be orange. Voila! a new favorite was born.

Dinosaurs are very, very cool. We'll see how he feels after we see them up close and HUGE at the Walk with the Dinosaurs show next weekend. Right now, he wants to watch Dinosaur Train on PBS whenever we're home at 9:30. It's not too bad, but I don't think it should have replaced Reading Rainbow. :)

Legos...he and MewShoo are building Lego buildings for her to play and live in.

He's always building something, whether it's a huge train train track so that every train can drive on it or a huge Lego building to house another toy (or train). That's my boy.

Little artiste...

I seem to have gotten my little artist in Corin. He was, I thought, eating breakfast. Then, I hear him washing his hands lamenting that it's stuck. I wonder what's stuck. I go in to find his hands COVERED in bright red marker. Few spots on his face such that it looks like he was beaten.

I ask what he's been up to. He says he made his chair beautiful.

Oh yes...he did.

With Sharpies...




That photo of him...after I'd washed off what I could.

Thomas

Corin is in some serious love with trains. Thomas is in Burnet this weekend (about 1 hour away). We pulled RC out of school a bit early and drove up there to ride.

All day today...
C: "Mommy is Thomas orange?"
M: "No. You know what color Thomas is. What color is he?"
C: "Blue. Are they painting him orange?"
M: "Doubtful. Thomas is supposed to be blue."
C: "Orange is my favorite. Thomas should be orange. I want them to paint him orange."

The drive was pretty funny. We were riding along pointing out the cows, goats, emus (NOT emos...), horses. The kids were "moooo"ing at the cows. Chrys pointed out some flowers and Corin starts screaming "Aaaaaahhhhhh". We were confused. Then Ryanne said, "Cows eat flowers," and Corin started screaming again. We agreed that was the noise we would make were we being eaten...

Once there, we stopped by the gift shop. Corin really wanted Spencer, but they didn't have any. After the potty, they had put out more Spencer that "goes by his-self" and we got that for him. Then, we had to see Thomas so we knew we were boarding the right train. We took the quick ride out and back. Corin talked about Thomas. He lamented Thomas' blue-ness. It was time for pictures and he wanted nothing to do with it. I have no idea what we got. We tried to get his picture with the Murdoch sign (he's the orange engine, which Corin was very excited about), but even that was too much for him. He put about 75764578365 stamps of Thomas on a sheet of paper. He kind of shut down after that. I think it was all too much for him. He's a happy, happy boy, though.

Thin skinned

Seems like it's going to be a regular thing for the boy to crack his head open.

The kids were playing outside with the hose yesterday. They were climbing all over the soaked slide/playscape. I hear a tumble and crying and expect very little. I go outside and he's sitting on the ground saying his head hurts. I picked him up and there's a trickle of blood coming down behind his ear. Sure enough, he's split his head again. I can only guess that he hit the edge of the screen door that was standing open. Ryanne says he slipped off of the steps on the slide.

Oy.

It stopped bleeding quickly. He was totally coherent the whole time, whereas last time he was falling asleep. Looking at the cut, it would be one of those that the doctor warned us would likely do more damage to staple it shut than it would help. Given that, I opted to slather it in antibiotic cream and slap a bandage over the side of his head.

This morning, it looks like it's much shallower already. He'll likely have about the same size scar as he does from the one we had stapled (and we won't be out $1200 and 3+ hours of our lives). He's still sporting a bandage, but it could probably go away later today or tomorrow. Guess we'll have to hide that side of his head when we do pictures at Thomas.

*sigh* At least he got his hair cut yesterday so we don't have to wait another long time to get it done when he was already overdue.