Because food tastes yummier

when it is smeared all over your head...

Fun at Micky D's

Here are a few pictures of Z-man running wild inside a play scape at McDonalds. Yes, I let my 1-yr-old play in those...don't judge...it's tougher keeping him safe outside of one of those things in a restaurant than it is having him climb up at 20ft tunnel.

Picky Eater?

As stated in the previous post, Z-man is more selective about what foods enter his mouth than his big sister was at his age. When I try to introduce something unfamiliar he presses his lips together and squeezes his eyes shut as if to say "If I can't see it I can't taste it."

However, he's isn't shy when it comes to all new flavors. Just a few minutes ago I heard him spitting and gagging. I turned to see him with white chunks of something in his mouth and my deodorant in his right hand.

Oh. Yes. He. Did.

Let's just say his breath has a fresh, floral scent to it.

And there is nothing more I can say about that--except that after thinking "ewww", my first thought was "I'm so gonna blog this."

At least it didn't happen at Wal-Mart

First, allow me to set the stage:

I was in the kitchen preparing dinner and Z-man came in requesting MAWK (milk). When I opened up the refrigerator, he reached for a container of green beans, quickly opened them and grabbed a few. Trying to prevent my son from choking, I tried to take the long strings from his hand.

Me: "Here sweetie, let mommy cut them first."

Z: "NAWWWWWWWWW" (no)!

The little guy then shoved the beans into his mouth and took off like a toddler-sized Clark Kent. As he darted around the corner, I heard him gasp for air. He had started to choke and then within the same millisecond threw up.

As gross as vomit is, I was thankful that my son could breath.

Scooping him up in my arms, I attempted to clean his face, shirt, and fingers....he wiggled away (don't judge me, puke is slippery) intent on escape. Unfortunately for both of us, he only got as far as the pile of vomit, slid across the room and smacked his head on the linoleum floor.

Poor guy. He seems fine now and no signs of a concussion.

Leaps and Bounds

Whenever, if ever, I find my USB cord so I can download pix into my computer's hard drive, you will be in for a treat! I have so many cute pictures of the kids.

Today, we played at a wonderful park that sits about a mile from our apartment. It's one of those neat castle parks and the kids love it. And when I write we played...I mean all three of us played.

The X- Factor ran off on her own looking for new friends. She dressed like a Bumble Bee today (sort of...yellow and black) so I could easily spot her.

Z-man felt that his 16-month-old wobbling self was too mature for the tot-lot designed especially for 2-5 yr-olds. He was determined to explore the 5-12 yr-old castle land. Obviously, he could not be left to do this alone, so I followed...and had a blast. I love playscapes, especially on a cool morning. Unfortunately, adults who play on playscapes are frowned upon...unless said adult is following her child.

My boy impressed me today. He climbed up steps that were half the size of his height. Not only that, he climbed into a tunneled slide before I could catch him. No problem...he slid down on his belly, leaped to the ground and was ready to go again, and again, and again.

A few moms of tender little girls shot me a few suspicious glances as if to say, "Ahem..don't you know he is still a baby and is too young for this side of the playground?" I too had those thoughts when I was the mother of just one sweet girly-girl. Now I understand that trying to tell a little boy to stop climbing is like telling him to stop breathing. That line is not my own. My friend Lisa told me so, and she knows better than I do because she has four boys.