Holy Bowl Cut, Robin!

Let's first get it out there that I love, love, love Kiddle's shaggy surfer-boy hair. I hate to cut it because I always think he looks somewhat silly at first. He has gorgeous hair but it's so, so straight it shows every single snip of the scissors which means layering it is out of the question. And it also grows straight down into his eyes, so I can't push it over to the side when it gets longish. But ... it was in his eyes and if I just trim his bangs he'll end up with a mullet. And as entertaining as a mullet might be, I just can't go there. So, yes, I did it. I cut it last night.

So without further ado ... one freshly trimmed Kiddle. It turned out fine, if I do say so myself.

It'll grow, right?







And the title of this post? That's the not-nice comment I got from Mr. P when he saw Kiddle's hair. Grrr.

The Zoo Was a Zoo

Yep. We took our first excursion of the year to Turtleback Zoo this morning. Pretty scary when we pulled up to see several buses, and the entrance was mobbed with preschool field trippers, but once we got through the gate it wasn't too bad. Kiddle has been to this zoo before but this was the first time he was actually interested in the animals. (He's completely animal obsessed right now and usually has an elephant clutched in one grubby little hand and a horse in the other.) The farm animals were definitely his favorite part. Although he thought the penguins were pretty cool too.


The zoo was doing a ton of work ... new exhibits, a new picnic and play area. Which is fantastic because it's really quite a poor, pitiful little zoo. But perfect for small kids and very close to home, so I'll hold my criticism in check! I'm looking forward to seeing their progress on our next visit.

Night Night!

This completely melted my heart last night. I was getting Kiddle's room set for him to go to bed and said, "Why don't you help your animals get ready to go night night in their barn?" When I turned around this is what I found:


Apparently cars and trucks sleep on their sides as well. Who knew?

Two-Year Checkup

We had Kiddle's two-year checkup with the pediatrician this week. Here's the report:

Weight: 25.0
Height: 34.25
Head: 20.75

Which translates to "grapefruit on a toothpick." What a noggin he has! Poor skinny kid. The only reason he's finally wearing 12-18 month pants is that Gap and Crazy 8 now have them with an adjustable waist (at last!!). So at least he's not walking around in his highwaters anymore.

Unfortunately he might be heading down an allergies/asthma path. (Poor thing was born during the worst allergy season we've had in ages, so I hate to think how much he was exposed to so early on!) The doctor put him on Singulair to see if that helps his cough. We'll give it a try but I'm a bit hesitant because my nephew had some increased aggression side effects when he was on it. Hopefully it will help Kiddle.

The only other concern I have is his speech development. At this point he has about 25 words plus 15-20 animal sounds. However I don't think I'd recognize any of the words if he said them out of context. He also doesn't have any two syllable words except for "gir-ah" for giraffe. (Which, by the way, is the only animal he actually calls by its name and not its sound.) His doctor doesn't seem terribly concerned but she did give the number for EIP so I can get him checked out if I want. I try not to compare him to other kids but unfortunately the two he's around the most have amazing speech capabilities. I know he'll get it together eventually but I'd hate to see it cause him a lot of frustration in the near future.

Two Already?

How is my baby two already? I know I'll be saying this every year for the rest of his life, but really ... how is he two? Although sometimes I think it's not so much that he's two, but that I haven't been in my former career for TWO FREAKING YEARS! That means even though we worked waaaay in advance, all the programs I developed there are done and gone. My legacy is over! Damn.

Anyway, moment of mourning former life over. Back to the Kiddle.

Grammy and Ahdah came up for a week-long visit. Kiddle is totally, completely, absolutely enamored with my dad right now. I have to say having him around finally gave me a nice break. Kiddle is such a mama's boy right now that he wants me -- and only me -- no matter who else is around. But that all changed when Ahdah arrived. Woo hoo!

Still reeling from last year's 55-strong birthday blowout (who would've thought everyone would be able to come on Easter weekend?), we went low-key this year. Just us, both sets of grandparents, his uncle and future aunt. He seemed really excited about all his presents but I think the favourites right now are the sandwich set (we're offered bites of a wooden hamburger several times a day; it's important to say "yummm" after each bite), a stuffed horse named Nutley (intended to replace the very large, very hard plastic elephant he insists on taking to bed with him), and ....

bubbles!

He's always thought bubbles were pretty cool, but to get his little hands on his very own bubble blower? Awesome!




Happy 2nd Birthday Kiddle!!

Long Overdue ...

Kiddle just turned two last week. No baby book. No photo montage of his first (or second) year. No video recap. I've had zero follow-thru on documenting his adventures and acheivements to this point, so I'm starting fresh.

Right now.

I swear.