Scootin' along

I put Corin on the scooter today. Ryanne has been riding hers for almost 3 years and rocks at it. He's a bit older than she was when we started her, but already gets the concept much better. My guess is that it's paid off for him to be able to watch her ride it. He scooted along. He would occasionally try to balance. His steering needs lots of work, but that's why we want him on it.

Now, if I can just convince him that falling over isn't the best part of the ride.

No Dragon!

The kids have this Lego dragon that came in a Duplo castle set. It's red and has some fire that it can breathe. It has teeth.

The other day, Corin peed on the potty (YAY!) and was wandering around the house without a diaper on. This has become less of an issue lately so he spends a bit of time doing it in the morning.

He found the dragon and was playing with it on the bathroom floor. I was brushing RC's hair. He was opening and closing the mouth of the dragon.

Suddenly I hear a scream, "NOOOO Dwagon. OW! Dwagon. No dwagon"

I look at him and he has his penis stuffed in the dragon's mouth. He has snapped the dragon's mouth shut on the tip of his pemis (penis). Did I mention the teeth?

He's getting very agitated and yelling at the dragon. I told him to open the dragon's mouth and take his penis out. He pulls on his penis. "OW! Pemis tuck!"

I lean down and open the dragon's mouth.

Corin looks at the dragon and says, "No bite pemis, dwagon. No bite me. Huhts."

Oy. I just about choked on the laughter.

Reflections on the 2nd year

I've been meaning to write this for days now. He's almost another month older than 2. TIme with him is going by so very quickly. He grows and learns more every single day.

His language has totally exploded. He speaks in sentences of 4-7 words. He learns dozens of new words every day. He is definitely in his sponge phase.

He eats. He will go days with only a bite or two and days where I glimpse the hollow legged teenager he will become.

He argues. He is strong willed. So much more than I expected from how laid back he was in his early days. Stubborn doesn't begin to describe it. Dedicated to the task at hand.

I've started seeing tantrums and boy can this kid throw a doozie. He's not hitting his head against the floor and practicing faces, but he's also much easier to set off.

He's cuddly. He is my snuggler. He's a mama's boy and I don't want that to ever change. He loves to sit in my lap. He loves to give kisses - on the lips, on the hand, on whatever part he can reach. He hugs...man, what hugs.

I feel so lucky to have him. He's an amazing boy, no longer a baby. I can't wait to see what the next year holds.

Poor, tired kid

Corin's nap/sleep schedule has been such a mess, ever since we went to Phoenix and even a bit before. He's waking up late, napping late, taking forever to fall asleep.

Yesterday, he went without a nap. It was awful. Today, we were playing with friends until 3 and he promptly fell asleep in the car.

We got home. He woke up. He came inside and asked to be put down. He sat on the floor with the cat. He laid down. I went to the bathroom.

I came back out and he's passed out. In the middle of the entrance to the living room. The cats have no idea what to make of him.

I need to snap a picture before he wakes up.

Oh, and...

Have I mentioned how stinking cute he is? This was in the car on the way to gymnastics. He's wearing his "Wawee" (Wall-E) sunglasses and has his "boo boddle" (blue bottle of water) in his lap. He was totally mugging for the camera.