Awesome

The little guy noticed that there was some grass on the floor (from daddy's boots) yesterday morning. Not only did he get right on it, he did a pretty good job!

Trains!

Ever since watching a video starring a really long train, the little dude has been building really long trains.

Woah! That's a long train!

He Never Stops!

The little guy is talking up a storm, and now he's almost never quiet. He just talks... it's a stream of consciousness style narrative of his life. He's remembering stuff from a while ago now, too, so there are random memories thrown in there on occasion.

About this time last year, all food was "cracker" to him. He'd say cracker, we'd give him a cracker, and he'd burst into tears. It was awful. I try to remember how far we've come when he starts in with the "I want more milk. More milk please. In my cup. The milk is over there. In the refrigerator. I open it. The one with the green lid. It's right there mommy! See it?"

Yikes!

The little booger is not only dressing himself now, he's picking out his own clothes. Yesterday he wore his dinosaur pajama top underneath a clashing short-sleeved shirt to daycare because "it's a little chilly outside... not a big chilly, just a little chilly." Tonight he changed into this to toss a football around the yard:

Usually his choices are pretty wacky, but this was spot-on. Look at him!

Spring!

It's going to be cold tonight, but spring is in the air! To celebrate, the little guy has been playing baseball! He seems to have inherited an unfortunate combination-- his father's love of the sport and his mother's athletic ability. *sigh*

Hearts and Spoons

The little dude leapt out the front door Friday morning and then tripped and smashed his nose on the top step while simultaneously bruising his forehead on the railing. Later that day he fell up or off (it's unclear) the slide at school and busted up his chin. There were no other major injuries this weekend, so that's a relief.

Anyway, tonight at dinner the little guy said "Daddy has a heart and Mommy has a heart." Neither one of us knew what brought that on, but we agreed that we do indeed have hearts. Then he smiled and said "I have a spoon!" That's when we realized that he'd said we had forks, not hearts. Right.

Squee!

We've mentioned a time or two that the little booger loves to watch the big kids across the street play basketball. They were outside playing when we got home today, so we sat on the steps to watch as usual. Something was different tonight, though, because after a few minutes one of the big kids ran over and asked if he wanted to come over and play!

The little dude was so awestruck that he just looked down and shook his head no. I swear he blushed. About a minute later, though, he changed his mind and headed across the street. One of our neighbors had a small, foam basketball and a toddler-height basket that he set out just for my little guy. The little stinkpot was so happy he glowed! (I was pretty thrilled, too. What great kids!)

Anyway, I didn't take any pictures of him playing with the big kids so here's one of him trying to sled down our hill after dinner.

That was a bit less successful that his amazing basketball adventure.