Archive for the ‘Reed’ Category
The Many Faces of Reed
17
Aug
Weekend Fun
16
Aug
This weekend was fun. Reed was no longer suffering from Foot Hand Hoof and Mouth Disease virus infection and was in high spirits. Of course, the sugar overdose helped:
We played some hide and seek in the closet:
Reed even discovered that it is easy to get in than to get out:
Fruits and Veggies
23
Jul
While Reed’s favorite thing on the planet is red meat, he also loves his veggies and fruits:
Reed is our little MAN
20
Jul
Interesting, according to this report, I am just mimicking my parent’s behavior.
Meredith and I try to get Reed to listen to children’s music, watch children’s TV, and eat baby-type food. But, the boy just won’t have it. He loves to dance to the Flotbots and Wax Tailor but becomes disinterested in children’s songs. We try to feed him mashed up whatnots, but he’d gotta be able to pick it up and eat it himself. If mom and dad are eating it, he has to as well. His favorite food? Mom and Dad’s Chipotle.
Be gone Veggie Tales and Backyardigans, bring on Avatar and Sesame Street (ok, so that last one doesn’t really fit).
Oh, and if Mom and Dad are doing it, so is he. It is wonderful to watch him intensely observe the world with the goal of mastering it. Meredith and I watch our TV through Netflix through our Xbox. Reed, for the past week has been snapping his head back and forth between the 360 controller and the TV when we set up shows. Now, instead of just grabbing and smashing the 360 controller (when he can get his hands on it), he now skillfully presses button on the controller and snaps his head ‘round to the TV to see what effect it had upon the screen.
Thwarted.
28
Jun
Meredith and I sabbathed pretty hard yesterday. Much needed naps and relationship occurred while the house was unattended. Today, I am cleaning up here and there so that I can focus upon work this evening, ‘cause those forums and lectures won’t grade and write themselves.
So, after lunch, I set Reed down in front of some Sesame Street while I finished the kitchen and worked on the garage.
Reed was calm, present, and alive when I came in from the garage. One thing was amiss, though:
Reed looking at me as if to say “Whad’ya expect?”
I might save the living room for Meredith. 
Anyone in there?
22
Jun
Sometimes Reed sneaks off. I often find him doing laundry. He opens the dryer door, pulls out all the clothes:
And then he proceeds to talk to the spirit of the dryer.
Reed keeps the dryer happy, and Dryer tells Reed where the apples are.
Reed does not so much draw as much as he jabs ink on the page
01
Jun
Reed drawing on an old attendance sheet.
Reed has impaired our lung function
21
May
Our little guy loves to eat the baby power. Since he has been spewing what appears to be battery acid, we have been using said baby powder each night as we get him ready for bed. And each night, Reed attacks the lid of the powder as if his very life depended upon it.
Tonight, Meredith gets him ready as I prep his bottle. So far, so good. When I came in, bottle in hand, Reed had just latched onto the baby powder bottle like a squid taking down a whale.
As I move in to swap out bottle for bottle, one of Reed’s seven teeth hooks the lip of the cap, which goes unnoticed by yours truly. One deft movement later, the baby powder bottle is up in the air and a cloud of that powder i s engulfing Meredith, Reed and I like BP is engulfing the… well…. the Gulf.
Powdered Reed pops up and starts to chew the powder in his mouth, attempting to avoid the hurried thrusts of his parent’s fingers, which are there to remove the gum-substitute.
We finally dust him off, having removed powder-blobs from his mouth. As we begin to take stock of the situation and begin the clean up, Reed once again, dives for his nemesis:
We looked up the dangers and all we can find is that prolonged exposure to the air-borne particles can impede lung function. We think we are all good.
Stay tuned for Reed’s next big adventure.
Houdini
09
May
As Tiffany was leaving our house last weekend, she expressed hope that all of the brownies she brought over would be consumed.
By the time we went to bed that night, all but two of the brownies had been consumed. They were de-lish.
The next morning, Reed and I were playing at in the living room while Meredith slept beyond dawn’s crack.
She awoke around six thirty to my shout: “Meredith, get in here quick! Bring the wipes!”
Reed had a full diaper which had gotten caught upon the inner ring of a bouncy seat that had been converted into a train track:
I’ll let you guess what horrible monstrosity was birthed by that union of happenstance and physical obstacle.
So, Meredith comes in a’bounding and we get to cleaning; first Reed is sanitized, then the bouncy-seat-turned-train station gets its workover.
As you can imagine, it takes a while to clean out the station. While we are working on this task, little Reed roams free in every sense of the term.
As I go to clean some things in the kitchen, I see the fruition of Tiff’s hopes from the previous night:
Reed, in his wanderings, had happened upon the brownies – in their tupperware container (pictured above), pulled a Cap ((Cap was a dog of Jake Jones’. The most gentle dog in the world, he had an affinity for butter and could pry open the craziest things in his search)) , opening the container and devouring the two brownies.
