Just a few notes, as I am suffering from a whopper of a head cold.

Walking with Spencer to the park now involves picking up " a wonderful rock".
He carries it all the way to the park and then usually sets it free by the community garden fence. Today there was two wonderful rocks, a mama and a baby. How sweet is that?Sweet enough to forgo the mild irritation at stopping every few seconds to take in this or that. Sometimes it's okay, but yeesh! A lot of rocks look the same! ( and leaves, and dirt piles, and driveways ) but he is becoming SO aware of his surroundings and must point out all actions taking place ( "That somebody is going for a drive." ) what ALL signs say ( sometimes the assement of said signs is correct, sometimes made up to fit the situation at hand, or just his favorite which is : Caution- DO NOT ENTER.

He has waned a bit on the " I'm miserable!" charade, but focuses all his attentions in a very motherly way towards his stuffed animals " What's wrong with the poor baby platapus?" " Ohhhh poor baby playtapus!"

He also got two new pairs of shoes for his quicly growing feet, one a pair of converse high tops just like his mama, and a pair of THOMAS THE TRAIN sneaks. He looks adorable in both, but we overshot size on the converse, so those will probably be more like winter fashion. When trying his shoes on he declared " I like tryin on shoes!" and then upon seeing how the Thomas sneaks looked went running up and down the aisle shouting " These look KEWL!"
He especially loved getting his foot measured.

go figure. I could have told him. You're going to have huge feet, just like mama and daddy!
I was able to procur a very old boom box which stil records, which he loves so expect tapes soon.


that's all for now- everyone ( barring myself ) is healthy and happy. ( i'm happy, just not healthy...)

j

LEGUME V. NOSTRIL ( II )

It looks funny I'm sure, but under very much the same circumstances, Spencer Louis Kautt Smith stuck another pea up his nose, despite all previous warnings. But this time, his mother was a little more prepared a little more on top of the situation. I had just looked down in order to stab at my piece of fish stick ( hey I sometimes eat what he eats at dinner...is that bad parenting? Plus, I make a killer tartar sauce.)when I heard the whoosh of a small vegatable being inhaled. My mind tried to reject it, but my hands promptly ( but gently ) grabbed Spencer's chin, tilted his head back- ( the pea was larger this time, which sounds bad, but in turn made it easier to see, more tangible ) and pushed the pea out of his nose. He was talked to very briefly, allowed to finish dinner and then it was strait to bed. I'll suppose his punishment was no bath. Odd, I wonder how long that will last until taking a bath becomes the punishment. As of yet, he is still Lil Mr. H20. Very clean baby indeed.
And very musical. the boy loves to sing! Really he knows several Mother Goose rhymes by heart( sing a song of sixpence anyone? ), a very complicated Thomas the Tank Engine song that he sings while swinging. ( something I love as used to sing/swing when I was little...) and he has even started to make little songs of his own, although when he realizes that someone is paying attetion, he quites up. Don't intterupt the artist you know. 90% of his days are spent being a ham to anyone who will listen to his assesments of the world. He is truly a beautiful little monkey right now, his big fat curls in his face causing him to shout in a sing-song voice, "The hair is getting lllooonnngggg!"
HE seems to want to hug or cuddle everyone that will allow him, and is constantly in need of boo boo kisses from mama for boo boos that have faded long ago. He has had a few boos boos though, both falls- my heart stopping his lovely little face dotted with a scrape and two tiny bruises. He has recieved enough boo boo kisses on those instances to last him a life time but I will doll them out WHENEVER they are needed.Days with a toddler are truly " I looked away for one second and...the next thing you know ( insert funny/endearing/horrifiying thing here) I only looked away...." Worry not though, he rarley has a moment that he is isnt' being looked at by someone.
Which brings me to my closing blog anecdote, Spencer and the little girl who he plays with, Justine have finally become "playmates". That is to say they enjoy sharing food, swimming, and parrell playing. And of course dumping each others toys out when one is at the other's house, if that makes sence. But they are very cute together, and Spencer is genuinley happy to see Justine instead of being to screech like a banshee when I suggest that we go see her. Her mom is also super cool. We have a lot of the same views on parenting, and I swear everytime I see her, there is a moment where we are hysterical with laughter. It's good for the babies to see I think, there parental units looking like loons.

until later-

DOES THIS BABY LOOK MISERABLE TO YOU???
He's got his daddy's hat on, a box of raisins in hand, and a big fat goofy smile on his face. Yet, as of late, his favorite thing to say ( usually when in the bathtub) is "I'm miserable!" or "This babie is miserable.." I thought he was pulling my leg, but upon asking what a miserable face looked like he pouted quite properly. So sad. I have yet to find out cause of such ennui- but I do know this, the last few days? A slew of kisses and hugs from mama and/or daddy has erased it. Crazy little baby.......

It's All About the MAN

And it is too. The quickly named game, "MAN" is now Spencer favorite game. It started out at night, just as I was putting him to bed, but now MAN can be played anywhere and everywhere. How to play?
1. Adult closes their eyes and begin to act as if they were asleep. ( notes: a good snore followed by a blubbery exhale makes the game all that much more fun and if you the adult is at first unaware as to what game is being played, expect a very drawn out "MaaaaMaaaa wants to clooooosssseeee his eyes" ) ( he's working on the pronoun thing....)
2. Spencer will then hide around the corner in his room while you are allowed a few moments shut eye.
3. Giggling will insue, cuing you for his "surprise" arrival..so prepare.
4.Spencer will come running around the corner, laughing ( somtimes snorting) to which you "wake up" as if you were sleeping beneath Big Ben. ( ie "WHAAAAAT?", arms flailing)
5. You will then say "Maaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnn! I was just trying to get a few winks!"
Return to step one until :
One actually falls asleep.
~or~
One alerts Spencer that it is time to board the infamous long running "train to sleepy town" ( also known as "Sleepy Town Express" )

Yes that is the big game currently. We also got a chance to go to the ZOO recently. It was fun, but a lot of up-down up-down to see the animals properly. He liked things that were more on his level like the otters, and sea annomes(sp).
His favorite part I believe have been at the "Family Farm" where he got to pet a goat AND pretend like he was driving an old model John Deere.

that's all for now...naptime is almost over....

mama