Caleb's birthday card from his cousin, Cason

Cason found out Caleb was going to get a tricycle for his birthday, so he drew a picture of him with his new wheels for a birthday card. I think it wonderful.

Thanks for remembering your cousin, Cason.

mw

Six months old!

The Queen is six months old ... really?!
At six months The Queen loves being tickled, playing peek-a-boo, and anything The Boy is doing.

Three years old!

Caleb turned three last Thursday (sorry, not so on the ball with the blog lately). When asked what he wanted to do that afternoon, he chose to help Mommy make his birthday cake.

Needless to say, he enjoyed it.

His favorite gift was his tricycle and helmet. Because we wouldn't let him sleep with his trike, he settled for sleeping with his helmet (sorry, no pictures of sleeping with helmet -- I really, really didn't want to wake him).
When asked what kind of birthday cake he wanted, he only responded, "green." So I tried to get creative (probably won't try that again -- it's a turtle, for those of you who can't tell -- probably more of you than I'd like to admit). He was happy to have a cake so that he could blow out the candles, but that's about as far as it went (he took a giant lick of the frosting and ate about 2 bites of the cake).He's had a big year. In June, he switched to his big boy bed, and then broke his arm after crawling into his crib and falling out. In July, he moved to Boppa and Diya's house, and watched his Uncle Mo leave on a mission. In August he moved into our new house. In September, he welcomed his little sister. And two weeks before his birthday, he managed potty training. Way to go, kid!

At three, Caleb loves cars, oatmeal, peppermint patties, cuddles, helping Daddy, and his little sister. He is very sweet, considerate, and hilarious!

Happy Birthday Caleb! We love you!

My work week

How was yours?

mw

Exercise for killer calf muscles

This is an exercise bound to give you calf muscles the envy of any bicyclist or basketball player. It tones and shapes your muscles while burning fat.

Take a three-year-old boy, approximately 25 pounds in weight. Turn on some music with an aggressive rhythm (tonight's selection included Bon Jovi, The Goo Goo Dolls, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Rob Zombie, and The Ramones), and start jumping up and down. Don't stop for 45 minutes.

For an added level of difficulty, do whatever the boy tells you to do. Typical commands include "jump up and down," "go side-to-side," "run up the stairs," "faster" (I get this one a lot, usually paired with another command. E.g., "Jump up and down...faster"), and, my favorite, "spin around...faster." The last command is code for "make yourself throw up." For best weight loss results, perform immediately after eating.

Trust me, this is a killer routine. After developing the routine tonight my calf muscles are killing me.

mw

Upon further consideration...

Caleb and I were dancing tonight. Our dance routine typically consists of me holding him and jumping up and down (more on that later). Tonight, Caleb decided to try sucking this thumb while we danced to Bon Jovi.

Me: Don't bite your thumb...and don't put beans up your nose.

*a full minute of silence goes by*

Caleb: Okay. I won't.
Me: What?
Caleb: I won't put beans up my nose.
Me: Oh, good. Good to hear.

*another minute of silence goes by*

Caleb: The Lorax has beans up his nose.
Me: What?

The line is, "and it sounds as if [The Lorax] had smallish bees up his nose."

mw

My point, exactly

Caleb walked in on me tonight while I was using the restroom.

Caleb: Daddy, are you using the potty?
Me: I am. We still have some work to do in teaching you about social boundaries, don't we?
Caleb: Boundaries? What are boundaries?

mw