Zane put his own shoes on today! Well, he got frustrated with the
last one and I had to put it on for him. Those are tough shoes to get
on, too!

Alphabet Pal

Zane has this toy caterpillar that has a letter on each leg. When you press a leg it sounds out the letter (P = "puh", S = "ssss"). When you try to make it spell a bad word it giggles and says "that tickles!"

Zane inadvertently (I presume) spelled a bad word and made the Alphabet Pal giggle. And somehow he made it keep giggling. And it made him giggle. Then he pressed another leg and the giggling was gone. He got upset that it wouldn't giggle and looked to me for assistance.

What to do? Teach him to spell fuh...uh...kuh?

Don Knotts in Training

This morning Zane learned that if you spin around enough times you get dizzy and fall down. He also learned that this makes me laugh. So now he's skipping the spinning/dizzy part and going right to the falling down part to make me laugh.

Isn't it precious to see your child evolve from prop comedy to pure physical comedy?

Facebook vs. Blog

I'm finding it very difficult to keep up with more than one or two things in my life right now. Number one thing is always Zane. Lately number two has been Facebook (isn't that sad?). I try to keep up with the blog, but I just haven't had the energy. You'll notice that I haven't even mentioned my marriage or my home. Oh, right, then there's the dog. Thankfully, the cats are pretty independent.

So, the new plan is to occasionally update my status on FB, take a quiz here or there, check on everyone else, etc. All anecdotes and pictures will be posted to this blog. I may notify you via FB that the blog has been updated. We'll see how this goes.

In the fall I will start back to school. Since I'm a brilliant 36 year old taking freshman level classes, I'll have a lot more time on my hands to devote to time wasting endeavors like Facebook and blogging.

Thanks for your support.

Zane is back on the watermelon kick. We buy the little personal sized, seedless watermelons. Lately they've had small black seeds in them. One morning one of these little black seeds fell out of Zane's piece of watermelon and landed on his tray. He pointed at the seed, furrowed his brow, looked at me and said "poo-poo." I told him that it was a seed, not poo-poo. He insisted that it was poo-poo. And every time he eats watermelon and sees the little black seeds, he insists that they are poo-poo.

He, of course, continues to eat the watermelon with poo-poo in it. It worries me a little.

Mother's Day Out: Day 1

Today was Zane's first day of daycare (mother's day out - henceforth referred to as MDO). Yes, I cried a little. Zane was too distracted with playing to notice that I left. He apparently noticed shortly after, though. His teacher, Christie, said that he cried a little but was mostly whiny throughout the day. My mom gets this too - lots of "mama...mama...mama."

I went to yoga, took a shower, blew dry (blow-dried?) my hair, put on an outfit that included heels and then was at a loss as to what to do. No napping (too much caffeine). Wasn't hungry (too much caffeine). So I went to Target. 1 hour left. Stopped at McDonald's and didn't panic at the long line. 45 minutes left. Drove to the church. 1/2 hour left. Played solitaire on my phone. Played solitaire on my phone. Played solitaire on my phone. 15 minutes left. Read USA Today on my phone. 5 minutes left. Noticed another mom going in to pick up. Noticed a dad (in too-short shorts, by the way) going in to pick up. So I went in to pick up.

Everyone was playing in the gym. Zane was in one of those little push cars. It fell over on him. He saw me and was relatively happy to see me. He gave me a kiss, which has been hard to get from him lately. Christie said that he ate a little lunch and napped pretty well. Yea!

We went home and Zane ate O's on the couch and watched Curious George while I stretched out and "rested my eyes" next to him. He was in bed and asleep by 7:15. I was in bed by 8:00 and asleep by 10:00.

Whazzat?

Zane handed me something that he found on the carpet and asked "what's that?" He does this with every little bit of nothing. Just a moment before this he handed me a pretzel crumb and wondered what it was.

This time it was a dead spider. I screamed and told him it was a dead spider. He was nonplussed.