Archive for the ‘Reed’ Category
The Reed Latte
01
Oct
Reed loves coffee. I love Reed. The other day, I brought Reed to Starbucks, where Meredith was catching up with Elizabeth DeWitt. I knew Reed would be clamoring for our drinks as we took a moment to relax and just be, so I got stupid and bought him the tiniest coffee drink possible:
He loved it.
Guess which drink it was. Five points to the person who guesses correctly.
PS: For all you young parents out there – When peoples are giving you guff (under the pretense of "”advice”), just say – At least I’m not buying my toddle Starbucks drinks!
The thin, purple line
26
Sep
This afternoon, Reed and I were playing in the living room. Reed decides to dive away from me so I can go chase him. The only problem with my son’s plan is combination of his speed and strength and the existence and placement of our coffee table.
Within seconds Reed had a thin purple line on his forehead and 15 minutes worth of the most pitiful of crying to release:
We don’t think he has a concussion (he didn’t fall and it was his own body speed and strength that propelled him into the table, he is not throwing up or really sleepy).
Update: The swelling has gone down and he was in a terrific and playful mood for the rest of the evening.
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.
