Playing

Cole continues to like to know "what we are doing tomorrow?" and "what are we doing after that?". He asked me those questions yesterday and I told him we were going to Makaila's school to help out and then we were going to the gym. He looked at me with complete seriousness and said, "When am I going to PLAY?" Although I try to have several things in our week that we are doing because HE likes doing them, it is so easy sometimes to get into my agenda. It is such a struggle for me to just PLAY sometimes. Especially when we are at home. There are too many distractions of things I could be getting done.

I went to pick him up at the kid's area of the gym after my workout and I got to see him in action. I love this because I'm not real big on too much TV and often at the gym Cole likes to plop himself down infront of the video the whole time (which I have no control over like I do at home). Cole is really starting to get into the Superhero thing. There was the Batman face painting the other day. But he also talks about Spiderman and Superman too. He's never watched any of these shows so this is just from what he sees in merchandise or hears from other kids. He was playing with these other boys and he was being a "bad guy". He was in his I'm-fighting-you-from-far-away stance talking to these boys up on top of the climbing/slide structure. He was making his bad guy noises and then he did his best fire-is-coming-out-of-my-mouth sound. I love when you get to watch your kids play and they don't know you are watching. He also brought me a piece of paper to write Santa a letter so he could get some Superman clothes for Christmas today. Love it.

Daddy Son Outing

Cole and Chad went on the first official Daddy-son outing. Cole wanted to go to a baseball game so they went to the Single A team. He was so excited. He had a hard time waiting until time to leave. He had to wear his new baseball socks (got baseball, soccer, basketball and football for his b-day from Grammy) and his muscle shirt with the baseball on the front. He had to take his baseball in the car with him. They stayed for 6 1/2 innings. He was telling me all about it while I put his pajamas on. He was most fascinated by the one that went "way, way up in the air" and made sure to demonstrate to me how the pitcher threw the ball. Then he tells me he had a "spicy, orange drink" (a.k.a. orange soda). Then as I tucked him in he made sure I put Spiderman to bed. (new toy from b-day. Apparently he needs to be taken off his motorcycle for sleeping)

Boys will be boys. Again

My son is SUCH a BOY. Seriously! Boy humor must be intertwined in even pint-sized testosterone of a 2-almost-3 year old boy. Yesterday I had to tell him not to compair a certain submarine pool toy to male gentalia. YES, I DID! Then today after he got off the toliet from doing his business, he says to me, "while I was going poo-poo, I said 'poo-poo, pee-pee, and butt!'". Of course he was proud of this. I told him that was okay to say those words while he was on the potty, but let's not keep saying it other times.

The copycat

Cole has this funny habbit currently. He wants to know whatever Makaila wants to know and he wants a direct answer too. Makaila will ask me, "What are we having for dinner?" and I will give her an answer. Cole will be riding in the car right beside her and he will immediately has the same question, "Mommy, what are we having for dinner?" I will answer him too and he will say, "Yum!" just like his sister said yum.

Working out

Just thought we should work on Cole's Core strength a little.

Helicopter

Helicopter. It is my current favorite word to hear Cole pronounce. So I had to take a video of it.

Flip flops

Cole found an old hat of Makaila's and her last year's flip flops in a pile of give-away stuff we had. He really liked wearing flip flops.

So, to keep him from leaving the house in the pink butter fly ones, we gave him his own flip flops. And he hardly takes them off. Here's him out back and also going to church. The best part is that he can't say "f's" so he calls them his "whip whops".

Playing basketball

This one is for Grandpa T

Cool!

Chad was in the garage filling the fluids of his car and the garage door to the house was open. Cole came around the corner from the dining room and saw the hood of the car was open. He runs through the kitchen and laundry room as fast as his legs could take him yelling, "COOL!"

Like Daddy?

Why am I posting a picture of my son's foot? Do you see all the pen marks on it?

From time to time my husband comes home with writing on his hand. The kids see this while he's eating dinner and they think it is so interesting. They always ask him why he has writing on his hand. His typical answer is that he didn't have any paper and he needed to write something down.

The other evening at bed time I noticed Cole had this writing all over his right foot. He response was, "I didn't have any paper." Can't exactly punish a kid for acting like his father.

Cars

While we were in CA, cole was given some new cars. He got the blue Dynaco Lightning McQueen, a mini Lightning McQueen and mini Doc. He also got 2 Thomas trains that run on batteries. Let me tell you, the kid won't put them down. He runs them on the train track, runs them on the bathroom floor, runs them on the coffee table, runs them on his race track, and here is a picture with him and 2 of the cars in the kitchen. Daddy had issues with these cars on the airplane because all Cole wanted to do was play with them. . . but all he kept doing is dropping them into the row behind us.

Spikes

This is Cole fresh from getting his haircut to have spikes again. We did this before the big weekend to CA so Grammy could see his spikes. In this totally posed picture he had pulled his socks way up and was walking around the house pretending to talk on this phone.

This morning he was pulling at his hair. He told me he was making spikes so Grammy could see (we're home from the trip now). He told me he was doing this in his bed too.

Boys will be boys Part2

I love watching my son play. Something is just so great about this age. And there are just somethings that boys do that little girls would never do.

Take yesterday for an example. He took out every ball he has in his room (a good 15 or so) and they were all over the place. He was taking them one by one, getting a running start and throwing them into his closet door to see how they bounced off. There were many ooohs and ahhs when some of them bounced really well. A girl wouldn't think of that game on her own.

Then we were at the park. We met a friend and they both brought little soccer balls. After tiring of actually playing soccer (shooting into the little goal we brought and yelling "goooooaaaaalll!"), they were throwing them through some monkey bar rings. They added another guy playing with them with his football. They didn't talk at all, but everyone knew the game and they all took turns throwing. They would even get each others balls and bring them back. Then another boy came to the park. The four little boys (ages 2-3 1/2) started playing football. No, really. Okay, there wasn't any plays or tackling, but they were tossing the ball around to each other. The two oldest of the group were more skilled at tossing and throwing. But Cole's friend would give him turns to throw. Whenever their was a stray throw, they all ran after it. Again there wasn't any fighting and there wasn't any talking. But the boys were red-faced and having a blast.

Today I was in Cole's "house" in his room. He was Larry the mailman (yes, we actually know the name of our mailman) delivering me mail and picking up my letters to send. Of course he had to take a break from delivering mail to fix my house. He got out his tools and sawed, hammered and screwed the door so it was all fixed.

He also has just discovered many vehicles he has had for a while. But suddenly he loves his Tanka dump truck and his blue tow truck. He drives them all around the house and loves putting things in them.

I also think it is amazing that where girls may have a automatic interest in Princesses, boys gravitate to things like Spiderman. The only Spiderman thing Cole has is some slippers, yet he loves to play he is Spiderman and point him out whenever we're out shopping. How do they just know to like superheros?

In-n-Out

Yesterday Cole is talking on a play phone and tells me they're going to go to In-n-Out with Kate and Ryan (their cousins). In-n-Out is only in CA, parts of AZ and Las Vegas. Then as we're having dinner he continues to be disappointed that we aren't going to In-n-Out. Don't know what made him think of it, we haven't been there since February.

Kaboom

Last night we has some pretty good storms. Cole had woken up at 3 a.m. because he couldn't find froggy and a storm followed. He spent time off and on in our bed for the next 2 hours whenever the thunder was coming. One time I told him he could come back if it started to thunder and make a kaboom sound. He came in and told me, "Mommy, it kaboom". How can you refuse a kid like that from coming in your bed?

Froggy mishaps

Yesterday we had a new one. Froggy got a bath due to him falling in the toliet. Neither Chad or I was with him when he went to the bathroom. But somehow, Froggy took a swim. Luckily, Cole wasn't too upset when he had to use a substitute to sleep with for nap time.

grape-ez

Cole is so cute in how he talks right now. His vocabulary is expanding all the time, but his pronunciation still needs some work. He gets really frustrated if we can't understand what he is staying. Especially if we're riding in the car and he can't show me what he is talking about. He will just say he's wearing "acket" a bunch of time I think he means jacket, but it turns out to be chapstick. That kind of thing. The s and k/c sounds are hard for him when they are on the front of the word.

His name is "Tole" and his sister is "Mataila"
"tuddle" for cuddle
"who" for shoe
"hock" for sock
"ing ong" is sing song

I don't know where he picked up his plurals. Instead of adding an "s" to things, he added another syllable or an es/is/ez. Like when you change kiss to kisses. But he does that with everything. He likes bubble-ez. He eats grape-ez. His rib-ez are tickelish. He wants to put on shorts or "hort-es". When it's time to go we need "hock-es" and "who-as" (socks and shoes). We point out the "blossom-ez" growing on the trees.

We were driving by kids at PE playing soccer. Cole tells me they have a hoccer ball and that we have lots of "hoccer ball-es". I said "yes, we have lots of soccer balls". The funny part is that then he goes, "you say hoccer balls and I say hoccer ball-es". I didn't know he knew the difference.

Boys will be boys

So this is an example of what Cole does to entertain himself while I'm emptying the dishwasher. And this video is after he fell off the couch one time onto the wood floor. That right there is the difference between boys and girls. If Makaila fell off at that age, she'd be done. She wouldn't try it again for a few months. Cole, he just needs a hug from mom and to cuddle his frog for a few minutes, then he's right back to jumping.

big boy bed

We finally got Cole his big boy bed this weekend. Now this is just the first week, so the matress is sitting on the floor. Hopefully he'll get used to it and we'll raise it up on the frame. There is also his crib right next to it. That is just in case he isn't staying in his bed. Not that I really expect to have to put him in it, but the threat is powerful. He does love it. And so far he's sleeping well in it.

I'll stand

Sorry to disappoint you in lacking a picture (give me a break, there are sickos on the internet), but Cole has reached another milestone. He peed on the toliet for the first time standing up. Yep. Such a big boy. We were headed to the bathroom to go and he said, "I want to stand up." I asked, "like Daddy?" He said, "Like Ryan." (His 3 year-old cousin). Later that day he realized the similarities of how he and his father can do this activity. Daddy got a voice mail message of the new feet.