Friday, August 28, 2009
What I wish I had to take Cooper to the Market.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Wordless Wednesday
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Saturday, August 22, 2009
A walk down memory lane!
Here he is swaddled at the tender age of three weeks old. I can't believe how much he has changed, and that he is almost two years old now.
But one thing has not changed. He still loves his blankets. Only the blanket needs to be a little bigger ...
or maybe a lot bigger. He voluntary stayed like this for several minutes before breaking out.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Monkey in a Cage
As you can tell from the video, he loves it. He is doing really well with it after two nights. So we are keeping our fingers crossed that it continues.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Give the boy a box.
My First Wordless Wednesday
I LOVE this picture. He is showing that terrific smile that is so hard for me to capture. And yes, he is sitting in a plastic storage bin that his cars normally live in.
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Hope you enjoy! Oh, and if you get a chance, I would love to hear your comments on any of my posts.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Papa's Birthday
Friday, August 7, 2009
The Energizer Bunny
He keeps going and going and going ...
This was right before bedtime, and I was attempting to give him his allergy medicine. He did finally slow down, and there is another video 10 minutes later, but I won't bore you with two at one time. Let's just say that is was more of the same.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
First corn on the cob
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Where is Cooper?
Can anyone see Cooper? I can't find him.
I still can't find him. Any hints?
"I'm right here, mama."
The story does get funnier from here. Right before the hiding in the pantry episode, Cooper hid under the table where ... well, he does his business (potty training can't come soon enough). So, he did contaminate the pantry with the smell. As this was lunch time, I gave J the option of diaper or make lunch. Surprisingly enough, he chose the diaper. I won't bore you with the commentary I heard from the bedroom. J did descend the stairs with the aforementioned diaper in it's own bag which he took all the way out to the outside trash can. When he came back in, he looked at me with most serious expression and stated, "I chose poorly." Needless to say, I haven't laughed that hard in a while.