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| There must be a kitten stuck in a tree somewhere around here to go with this firetruckballpit, right? |
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Kitten? Tree?
Monday, February 25, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Sickie Pants
If RSV and bilateral ear infections get you down, wear your warm bits inside and look as pitiful as possible. Then daddy will feed you cookies all day. Worked for this guy.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
It's the end of the world as we know it.
Ollie is walking!
He hasn't been on the fast track for any milestone, which is more than fine by us, as long as they happen. He's more of a calculated risk kind of guy. Once he knows he'll be able to do it, he just does it. None of this messing about, trying and falling stuff. When he started crawling, he had only just figured out how to sit himself up and then once that happened, he just went. No commando style, none of that modified crab walk crawling. Just plain old crawling...when he was absolutely ready.
It was the same way with walking. He started out being pretty stable standing, so we encouraged him to take a couple steps, which he reluctantly would do, but more often than not, he would just sit himself down and crawl. Rather than walk, he started to do some knee skating. This allowed him to a) not walk and b) carry stuff around with him. He got pretty good at it!
New Year's Day was a bit dreary here, weather-wise, but Ollie passed the time with a bit of reorganization. He spent quite a lot of time taking cat food out of a bag and relocating it under the bench. We repacked the bag after he was done each time and he'd start over. He clearly inherited his dad's compulsion to organize.
He hasn't been on the fast track for any milestone, which is more than fine by us, as long as they happen. He's more of a calculated risk kind of guy. Once he knows he'll be able to do it, he just does it. None of this messing about, trying and falling stuff. When he started crawling, he had only just figured out how to sit himself up and then once that happened, he just went. No commando style, none of that modified crab walk crawling. Just plain old crawling...when he was absolutely ready.
It was the same way with walking. He started out being pretty stable standing, so we encouraged him to take a couple steps, which he reluctantly would do, but more often than not, he would just sit himself down and crawl. Rather than walk, he started to do some knee skating. This allowed him to a) not walk and b) carry stuff around with him. He got pretty good at it!
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| Knee Skating |
Then, the day after Christmas, we were putting his pajamas on in his room and he just took off--all the way across the room! And that was that. Here's a demonstration on New Year's Day.
New Year's Day was a bit dreary here, weather-wise, but Ollie passed the time with a bit of reorganization. He spent quite a lot of time taking cat food out of a bag and relocating it under the bench. We repacked the bag after he was done each time and he'd start over. He clearly inherited his dad's compulsion to organize.
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| Everything in its place! |
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| Very pleased with himself! |
Thursday, November 1, 2012
HallBirthODayWeen!
For Ollie's Birthday we let him crash sailing boats in to each other...
and then dressed him up as a tiger, which he seemed to think was the best thing this side of an actual tiger.
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Last week he attempted to take his grandfather's MGB out for a spin, with his cousin as an accomplice. Doesn't bode well for the teenage years.
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and then dressed him up as a tiger, which he seemed to think was the best thing this side of an actual tiger.
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Last week he attempted to take his grandfather's MGB out for a spin, with his cousin as an accomplice. Doesn't bode well for the teenage years.
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Monday, September 24, 2012
People let me tell you 'bout my best friend...
"...He's a warm hearted person who'll love me to the end.
People let me tell you 'bout my best friend,
He's a one boy, cuddly toy, my up, my down, my pride and joy."
I love these lyrics from "The Courtship of Eddie's Father." And yes, I think both the Blob and I feel this way about our little ginger nut--that we want to tell everyone about him and that he's our pride and joy, etc.
But sadly, I'm pretty sure our babything thinks of another being this way...and the feeling is mutual.
From the day our babything came home from the hospital, Gio has been all up in his business. Blob made a screencover for our co-sleeper to keep that cats out, but that didn't dissuade Gio from inspecting. Wish we had a picture of this! As soon as we all fell asleep each night, Gio would creep onto the top of the co-sleeper cover to sleep for the night, hovering above the babything until we woke up and shooed him away. It was pretty sweet actually. Thankfully the Blob built a bomb-proof cover that was able to support Gio's weight easily.
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Our babything has been equally enamoured with the cats. All of them really, but especially Gio. To show how much he loves cats, his first, real, identifiable, fully-pronounced word was cat. He was chasing Gio at the time and it's been highly repeatable and often repeated.
We have other cats. None of the others seek him out, want to be near him, need to be part of whatever he's doing in quite the same way. Still, they're pretty good with the babything too.
Gio was an accidental acquisition (he and his sister were and example of foster failure). What a happy accident! It hurts my heart to think that we might have deprived them of each other.
I think they get along so well because they match! What do you think?
People let me tell you 'bout my best friend,
He's a one boy, cuddly toy, my up, my down, my pride and joy."
I love these lyrics from "The Courtship of Eddie's Father." And yes, I think both the Blob and I feel this way about our little ginger nut--that we want to tell everyone about him and that he's our pride and joy, etc.
But sadly, I'm pretty sure our babything thinks of another being this way...and the feeling is mutual.
From the day our babything came home from the hospital, Gio has been all up in his business. Blob made a screencover for our co-sleeper to keep that cats out, but that didn't dissuade Gio from inspecting. Wish we had a picture of this! As soon as we all fell asleep each night, Gio would creep onto the top of the co-sleeper cover to sleep for the night, hovering above the babything until we woke up and shooed him away. It was pretty sweet actually. Thankfully the Blob built a bomb-proof cover that was able to support Gio's weight easily.
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Our babything has been equally enamoured with the cats. All of them really, but especially Gio. To show how much he loves cats, his first, real, identifiable, fully-pronounced word was cat. He was chasing Gio at the time and it's been highly repeatable and often repeated.
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| Hey guys, look! It's a cat. In a box. I put him there myself! |
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| Gio waiting patiently for the babything to follow him through the cat door. |
We have other cats. None of the others seek him out, want to be near him, need to be part of whatever he's doing in quite the same way. Still, they're pretty good with the babything too.
Gio was an accidental acquisition (he and his sister were and example of foster failure). What a happy accident! It hurts my heart to think that we might have deprived them of each other.
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| Best buds. Hangin' under a bench. |
I think they get along so well because they match! What do you think?
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