May 2009

I guess I need to keep a closer eye on the cream cheese, especially when it’s almost dinner time . . .


Yes, that’s a tub of cream cheese and, yes, those holes were made by the pointer finger of a hungry toddler.


Or Capital Region Cal . . .




First, Owen finished the playset (minus the roof):


And then we had Mother’s Day:



And lots of playset enjoyment:




Here’s a little smile for your weekend…


The 18-24 month pants that fit Conal perfectly last week are now too short. Way too short. Embarrassingly short. Pack ’em away short.

And then there are the words. They coming in bursts. Yes, I keep track. Yes, I have a list. Feel free to skip — it’s not very exciting.

  1. Apple
  2. Ball
  3. Balloon
  4. Banana
  5. Bike
  6. Book
  7. Car
  8. Cheese
  9. Chili
  10. Dada
  11. Dog
  12. Done
  13. Down
  14. Eat
  15. Elmo
  16. Golf clubs
  17. Groceries
  18. Hat
  19. Jeans
  20. Juice
  21. Milk
  22. Mom
  23. Mower
  24. No
  25. Out
  26. Running
  27. Shoes
  28. Stop
  29. Trees
  30. Truck
  31. Up
  32. Yankees
  33. Yes

A week ago (back when all of those pants still fit) he had about a dozen measly words. Now, he has more than double that. It’s an explosion! A word explosion, much like his growth explosion.

Maybe instead of the Little Jobber, we should start calling him Conal the Exploding Toddler!