This is one of the funniest things that Coen has ever done. Today he fell asleep while eating. He had just taken a bite of his granola bar, took a sip of milk and then wham-o! Out like a light. I washed off his sticky hands and face with a rag and he didn't even budge, so I just put him down in his crib. It was pretty unusual.
For our birthdays last month (Conrad's and mine), we celebrated by having a few friends and neighbors over for a shed raising. They managed to get the floor done and the walls framed before it was too dark to see. Actually, they wanted to just drive a car into the backyard and keep working by the light of the headlights, but I was a party pooper and made them come in and eat. A couple more friends came by to help later in the week, and last weekend Conrad put the roof on, so it is starting to look pretty respectable. He even put shingles on it, even though "there ain't nobody lives in it!" as one of our sweet southern neighbors would say. I know I took pictures of our shed already, but I can't find them anywhere...I may have to look on Conrad's computer and then make an addendum to this post.
Coen loves to help build the shed, mostly by banging his spoon on the wall while his daddy hammers, and by taking the nails out of their boxes and spreading them around the yard. He is very good at walking now, and he loves his shoes because shoes mean that he gets to go outside. He likes to bring me my shoes and go bang on the door, as if to say, "You. Put on shoes. Take me out!" He can even say "shoe" now, though it sounds more like, "Tu! tu!" His other words include no, Jesus, dada, and mama (which refers to me and also to milk, although sometimes milk sounds more like "muhmuh" or he just communicates that he's thirsty by catching my eye and then running to the fridge and pulling on the door).
My friend Danielle helped me cut off all of his long hippy hair. Now maybe all of the sweet old ladies at the grocery store will stop calling him a pretty girl. This video shows Coen playing his new favorite game: cooking. He is always pulling out the pots and spoons and stirring us up something good.
Conrad has keeping busy at work. He is on a general medicine rotation now, and last I heard had written 73 notes in the past two months. That's a lot of writing--no wonder he gets home so late! He's still thinking seriously about doing anesthesia, but that may change when he starts his new rotations next semester. Mostly I think he's trying to pick out the best specialty to do in Alaska, so he can convince me that we should move up there.
I just started (and finished) reading Michael Pollan's Food Rules. It's a quick read, and very interesting. I'm also in the middle of Peter Pan. Besides that, I've been doing lots of working, cooking, and taking care of my menfolk. It's been a happy month.
