The Art of Dipping

We were eating French Fries last weekend, when I was told that I was doing it wrong. While I like to dip the entire side of my French Fry in the ketchup, R instucted me on the proper technique - just the very time. Then, take a tiny bite, and repeat. Thus, you get to enjoy much more ketchup and the fry lasts forever. And to think I've been doing it all wrong for 28 years. Thanks, buddy.

You're safe!

R went to his first baseball game tonight and LOVED it! I say first, but I remembered that the last baseball game I went to was while we were in Baltimore while I was pregnant with R, so it's the fist that he'll remember. :) Anyway, he was very into it, wanting to watch the guys throw the ball back and forth. As soon as we got to our seats along the third base line (front row), a visiting player leaned over and gave R a baseball. It's his new best friend, and he can't wait to go out and play baseball tomorrow.
At the end of the game was a fireworks show, which he was really excited about. Apparently he was a little scared at the Fourth of July show, but did much better. He kept calling out the colors - "Wow. I love purple! Wow. I love red and green!" lol.
Lots of fun. We'll have to do it again, hopefully before the end of the season in August.

Big Helper

Today we get home and while I head out toward the street to bring in the trash can, R opens the back door, lets the dog out to join me, and quickly closes it while saying to the cat, "No, you can't go out." I finish up and head inside in time to see R pouring dog food into the cat's bowl. "Rajah said 'Meow, I'm hungry,' so I'm giving him food." What a big boy!!! We'll ignore that he got the food from the dog's bowl to give to the cat. lol. But then he asked to give the dog a treat, so that seems like a fair trade. Good thing the cat will eat the dog's food. :)
I'm so proud that he's a caring, sweet boy who understands that he needs to help take care of others around him. I can't wait to see how that will continue to develop as his world expands
Now if he'd just give out more hugs....lol.

2 going on 22

I wish someone would have warned me about how independent R would be by the age of three. We still have 2.5 months until then, but I am almost useless in his world. Well, not really, but I am amazed at all the things he's able to do for himself. For example, today, he picked out his own clothes, took off his pajamas, put on his clothes properly, asked to comb his hair, brushed his teeth, shaved his face (twice), washed his hands, put on deodorant (twice), and sprayed some cologne on. Then, upon hearing it was time to get in the car, stated, "I just need my shoes, my grain bar, and my fruit snacks," then went to get them in that order. He walks, he talks, he uses the potty, he knows exactly what he wants....whew. I miss my baby. He does still like to cuddle (esp if it means not going to bed yet), but I kinda miss doing things for him. I had no idea the baby would be gone so quickly. I think the only thing left is his carseat, and that's a legal thing. But he's definitely a big helper - carrying things, opening doors, taking care of the pets, putting his toys away. What a great kid - even if it seems a little precocious.