Olympics

Tonight Coen discovered figure skating and this was his reaction:

"Brrr, she must be cold because she doesn't have enough clothes on."

"Wow, he must be really strong to pick her up.  A grown up picking up a grown up?  That's cool-icious."

Little Smackerels of Silas

We listened to Winnie-the-Pooh in the car over the holidays, and now Coen and I discuss the need for a "little smackerel of something" around snack time.  Or any other time.  My boys eat all the time.  This morning I took a quick shower shortly after feeding them breakfast, and when I came out they had broken into the granola bars.

Now that Silas is becoming a little person (we even gave him his first haircut!), it's time for me to introduce him more fully.

Silas likes stethoscopes.  Real ones or toy ones.  If you have one he will cry until you share it with him.  He also likes mardi gras beads.  I think he just likes putting things over his head and pulling them back off.  He's too small to dress and undress himself, but he can choose how he accessorizes!

Silas is a messy eater.  Extremely messy.  I sometimes suspect he is messy not out of ignorance, but out of the joy of smearing the frosting all over his face before eating the cookie.  He refuses to allow me to spoon feed him anymore.  He tries using his spoon, but he usually decides his hand is better suited to the task.

Silas likes hats.  This one's great for pulling down over one's head and back up again for peekaboo.

Actually both my boys like hats.

Silas loves to brush his teeth.  Conrad will tell you he gets that from me.  It started with me just giving Silas a toothbrush to chew on while he was teething, but then he got his first taste of toothpaste and there's no going back.  He goes to the bathroom and cries for toothpaste multiple times a day.  This evening Coen left the toothpaste tube too close to the edge of the sink.  Right before bedtime I found Silas gleefully sucking the toothpaste out with a look of triumph on his face.  

Perhaps this would be a good place to mention that Silas also likes markers, crayons, scissors, paper clips, magnets, and many other things that I don't particularly want him to have.  He loves to get hold of a forbidden object, and then look over at me to see if I see him with it.  I ask him to give it to me, and he'll fake me out and then run giggling the other way.  He likes being chased.

Silas loves going outside.  He always finds the container of bubbles on the back porch and brings it to me, all the while saying, "Eese!  Ease!"  ("please").  Unfortunately the bubbles have been frozen for most of the last two months and that is rather difficult to explain to him.

Silas loves wrestling with Coen and Daddy.

Silas loves his teddy bear and his blankets.  When we pick him up out of bed he insists that we pick up one of his blankets too so he can cuddle with it.