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Friday, December 31, 2010

Snow Day!

We had some fun in the snow the other day.  In true two-year-old fashion, he wants to repeat this good time every single day, which is a bit of a hurdle. 

He did love it, though.  He wants to make a snowman (which he never did quite figure out) and stomp around in snow up to his hips.

But dude, I don't think you're going to be able to drive out of this one.  Maybe if you rock it back and forth?

Sunday, December 26, 2010


Bought a gingerbread train kit, didn't get to it before the holiday, pulled it out today.  Adam is too much of a free spirit for "instructions," which resulted in some "tipping," but in the end, we had a bright, festive train.

Adam immediately ran downstairs to get Thomas to play with it, and has spent the half hour since then to beg to decorate things.  Luckily, Grandma has a graham cracker house to whip into.  I imagine there will be an update with more photos after that.


Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas Preview!

Merry Christmas, everyone!

We'll have more photos when we get the ones off Grandma's camera, but here's some of what we've got so far.

Adam was as excited as you might have imagined to find the piano.  We were discussing with Steph when to give him actual music lessons; I'm still thinking 8 years old is about the right age.  

Adam has learned that the correct reaction to what you find in your present is "ooh!"  So every gift he opens, he says, "Oooh!"  It's really very satisfying and adorable.

And Daddy's choice of yellow submarine was a very successful gift.  Adam got a lot of cool stuff--a keyboard, a guitar-playing Elmo doll, a windmill to go with his train set, but the yellow submarine was definitely the shining star.

More photos to come, but to all our friends and loved ones, a merry Christmas, with love from Sharon, Mike, and Adam!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Christmas at School

On Tuesday, Miss Maureen's class had a Christmas party, and Santa came to visit!  I have a ton of great photos for the families, but for Adam's fan club, we'll present the Reader's Digest version.

First, families arrive and snacks are eaten.  Adam got two miniature cupcakes and a cookie shaped like a Christmas tree, which is really all he could have asked for in the entire world.  He and Wes were thinking of having a battle for the biggest cupcake lover, but I declare it a tie, because they both LOVE cupcakes.

Then there were some stories and songs, and then Santa made an appearance with presents for the boys and girls!  Adam--shockingly!--had no problem at all with Santa Claus.  He accepted a candy cane and said thank you, sat placidly on Santa's lap, and seemed happy to get his Max, the Grinch's long-suffering, reindeer disguised dog.

We also managed to get a class picture.  I love this first one, since I think it captures some of the characters (note Little Miss Backwards, Sophia Trying-To-Smile, and Ally Funnyface).

But then here, we just have a very nice photo.

 More photos to come for Adam's classmates, but in the meantime, happy holidays one and all!

Thursday, December 16, 2010

How We Spend Our Time

So many cups. 

Soooooooo many cups.

We play the guitar.  Adam's getting better and better at strumming, and plays along when he sings all the time now.

He loves loves loves his swim lessons. Smiles for ages afterward (then naps like a rock).

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Running Him Ragged

Today we hung the Christmas lights in front of our house.  Adam was very excited and really wanted to climb the ladder, which he wasn't allowed to do.  He was allowed to help with the lights, though--fresh out of the box, they don't stretch as far, so he helped stretch the strings out before we hung them.  He called this "flying a kite," and we sang the song from Mary Poppins about flying a kite while we did it.

Sadly, I didn't get the camera out till we'd moved on to raking.  Adam likes to stand in the middle while you rake a big pile of leaves around him.  He calls this "doing a princess," which I think is pretty awesome. 

Also, we had our first swim class of the season on Saturday, which was fabulous.  Like, FABULOUS.  He didn't want to go, because he was playing his guitar, and he was a little nervous when we got there.  But once he got in the water, he had so much fun--SO MUCH--he was laughing and squealing.  And he didn't mind water on his head, and he kicked and jumped off the side.  Then he got angry when it was time to leave and wanted desperately to go back.  So next week should be fun. 

I'm the only mom in the class--the rest are dads--which is awesome because the only part I hated about our last swim class was the 15 crying, squirming, wet babies that you had to keep from stepping on in the locker room after.  We were, literally, alone in the locker room.  It was amazing.

And--AND!--the best part?  No more bathtime blues!

We spent half an hour playing blissfully in the tub tonight.  He got a little anxious at hairwashing time, but other than that it was a ton of fun and smooth sailing.  A huge change from the past few months.  God bless swim class!

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Yellow Fan Submarine

Yesterday's checkup went so smoothly there's not much to say.  Adam is exactly 3 feet tall and 29 pounds, 13 ounces.  He's somewhere around the 65th to 75th percentile with both, which is right on track.  The doctor seems happy with all of my reports about his skills and his eating and sleeping, as well as what he sees in his ears and mouth and eyes.  He had his flu shot with barely a whimper, and had a really awkward blood draw with less crying than I've seen from some adults in the lab. Objectively speaking, he's awesome.

I'll get you a video of this when I can (updated with video!), but Adam's favorite song is "Yellow Submarine," which he can sing almost every word of, and which he will sing for pretty much as long as you'll let him.  Last night Mike got out his guitar, and he and Adam both played their guitars while we all sang the song I think 10 or 15 times before we gave up in exhaustion while Adam poked us to keep going.  My job was to hold the Rock Band microphone up so Adam could sing into it.  We weren't actually playing Rock Band, you understand, so the microphone didn't do anything, but it's a matter of style, don't you see, and his hands were full strumming his acoustic guitar.

He's also decided that, since submarines have propellers, they must be called "fan submarine," so we all actually live in a yellow fan submarine.

Go Beatles!

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