Caleb's definitions- No. 2

Imagination- Galloping out on your trusty steed with your handy sword-broom to vanquish the deck dragons.

Caleb's definitions- No. 1

"Organic Cooking"

All natural and free of additives.

And it's just not the same without....

Hot Cocoa, compliments of Daddy.

Snow Days

I know every Mommy blogger in VB has a post titled similarly from the past couple days, but here's my 2 cents...

We got about 8 in of snow this week. It's been over 20 years since I've seen this kind of snow in our area, so we were all very excited to see all the white blanketing our home on Saturday. We've had a great time, romping out in the snow for the past three days. I told them today that they better make the best of it since it's not likely to stick around much longer. Caleb got a few minutes out in it, but after standing stock still in the snow for about a minute, he promptly threw himself down and had a fit over who-knows-what (scared of the white stuff, can't move, whatever). Then we put him on the girls pink Dora bike at the entrance to the garage and that was enough to placate him for a while. He hasn't been out since Saturday, though, because he's been sick with a fever, poor little guy. Here are some pictures of the last couple days, though, including our micro-snowman, made of a couple of snowballs and some Juniper twigs. I told you guys in NJ that we'll pretty much make a snowman out of anything here in VA, just to say that we did it. The snow's been too powdery for anything better than that, though my neighbor cheated and made a nice 4 footer using a spray bottle to make it stick together :)

My own Mr. Belvedere

I was feeling a bit upset and dejected today after spilling an entire bowl of rice on the floor... the sparkly-fresh, newly-cleaned floor near my refridgerator, when Caleb came toddling towards me (predictably) to investigate the mess. I quickly shooed him away to prevent him from trying to eat the mess, and I told him to go play whilst I grumpily began sweeping up the mess. He waddled off, I thought to go play, but returned a minute later and melted my heart.
He had gone to the closet and pulled out the girls' toy broom, then returned to the kitchen and proceeded to "help" me sweep up the mess. He took his little broom and started pushing it every which way in an attempt to do exactly what I was doing. My thirteen month old. He was then covered in smushy Mommy kisses for being the sweetest little boy ever.

Welcome to raising a man, Mommy.

We've been teaching Caleb to recognize and point to his different body parts... a skill his sisters had mastered by about this time, too. Both girls at this age could point to their tummy, toes, facial features, etc, without difficulty, much to our delight. Fast forward to Caleb, and I'm seeing the difference between how the male and female minds work. If you ask Caleb to point to his belly, he points to his pe-nis. His toes... he sticks his feet in the air and... grabs his pe-nis. His nose... you guessed it- pe-nis. Yep, he's definitely got the mind of a guy.

(p.s. the extra dash you see in the word of the day is to make it difficult for any old joe blow surfing the net and searching for blogs with dirty content to stumble onto my happy family blog, Mom, in case you were wondering).

We'll keep working on the body parts. At least he's getting closer to finding his toes.

I'm One...

-Laughing at me means "do it again," so unless you're prepared for me to stick my finger up your nose a million times in a row, you better keep a straight face
- I get enough energy out of eating a half cup of milk, a chunk of styrofoam ball, carpet lint, and a handful of cheeri-os to fuel me for HOURS, so no need to keep trying to feed me that crap you eat all the time.
- I do not have time for diaper changes, so you may as well let me go commando or your going to have to have the energy to put up a good fight. Maybe you should go chew on a styrofoam ball a bit first, Mom.
- I think veggies are best for decorating the kitchen walls.
- I confidently defy gravity (as long as Mommy is there to catch me by the leg) as I launch myself off couches.
- If you pass a door, you better be prepared to take me outside or I'm pitching a fit.
- When you kiss me, just remember, I just licked the diaper pail, so that's what that funny smell on my lips is.
- I am the cutest human being alive, and don't you forget it!