The Incredible Incidental Imlers

Fruits and Veggies

admin — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 23:04:46 +0000

While Reed’s favorite thing on the planet is red meat, he also loves his veggies and fruits:

Meredith boldly loves me as no one has before

admin — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 19:06:17 +0000

Meredith found me a replica of the latest Enterprise for my desk. Oh yeah.

Reed is our little MAN

admin — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 16:39:00 +0000

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.

admin — Mon, 28 Jun 2010 18:41:46 +0000

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.

On the Road Again

admin — Sat, 26 Jun 2010 14:05:44 +0000

Come back to me, baby

admin — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 16:16:31 +0000

Almost there…

Anyone in there?

admin — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 03:34:53 +0000

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

admin — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 18:14:59 +0000

Reed drawing on an old attendance sheet.

Reed stood up today.

admin — Mon, 24 May 2010 05:13:35 +0000

Reed has impaired our lung function

admin — Fri, 21 May 2010 01:07:56 +0000

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.