Today Reed and I played outside for a while, chilling us both. As a Fall treat, I fixed him up some apple cider to warm him up.
Turns out he is rather fond of the drink:
Taught him how to say “MMMMM” and “AHHHHHHH” after taking a chug.
Reed went as Vader this Halloween Reformation Day:
We also decided to watch Star Wars: A New Hope in honor of his costume on Halloween as the trick-or-treaters come.
I can’t tell if we are awesome parents or horrible parents.
After being dragged into the bedroom kicking and screaming, Reed ended the nighd under covers, holding an elephant blowing me a kiss and saying"night" to his daddy. All it took was a book and a song and a hug and a kiss.
The day began just as sweet. I was woken by my lil man running up to me saying “Geh uh, geh uh!” accompanied with gesture towards the living room. As I staggered towards the coffee pot, Reed ran ahead, grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor and brought them over to me with which to dress myself.
Not all was sweetness, however. While I worked on a few things, Reed chilled in the office with me. By chilled, I mean destroyed:
My favorite part is the fire truck backed up over the thingy-bob (seriously, what the heck is that thing?); my least favorite is the vanilla wafers crushed into the carpet.
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!
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.
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:
I posted a few days ago on making cheap, homemade, wonderful iced coffee. Today, this is what our countertop looked like:
But, tomorrow, we will have two pitchers of regular and two pitchers of decaf and all will be well… and my left hand will finally stop shaking.
