Easter and Gilbert House Fun

Easter Activities:



The weekend after Easter we went to Gilbert House with Oma & Opa. Funny story: We had some free passes we've been waiting for a nice weekend to use. They were about to expire, and the weather was good so we went on Saturday. When we got there, it was free admission day. We had fun:



Ade had his Mommy flatten his playdoh, then he took his playdoh knife and made these cuts. Then he told her "It's a glove...a basebal glove." It's abstract, but you can see it. Our little sculptor :)

Gratuitous Bubble Blowing Pic:

Gender differences

I had to share this:

Yesterday Ade and I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels for a minute. We came to the Lawrence Welk show where a slightly flamboyant pianist was playing a slightly flamboyant classical piece. I stopped for a minute, and we enjoyed the music.

Ade asked me: "Is that a Mommy, or a Daddy?"

We watched for another minute, it was obvious (to me) that it was a male, then I said "I don't know, what do you think?"

The camera panned around to show the man's face more clearly.

Ade: "I think that's a Daddy..."

Very interesting....

Peace.

I don't remember her.

Howdy.

A few updates on everything. One of Ade's favorite new things is "Playing Elmo" on the computer, as in playing with the little interactive games on the sesame street web site. If you've never played: YOU...ARE...MISSING...OUT. Just ask Ade. There's all kinds of fun stuff, like sorting animals at the vet, to making crazy hats, to finding rhyming words. Whoo-hoo! Ade took to using the computer mouse in about 1 minutes, he's a pro now.

Michelle and I are shopping for houses. It's an interesting process; in general we try to find a sitter for Ade because he's a distraction to the process. Today, he was coming along and I told him we were going to go see another house with Yolanda, our realtor. He said: "I don't remember her." And he would know, he remembers the craziest details.

Regarding his memory: The other day I told him I was excited about going gold mining with him summer.

Ade: And eat an apple.
Me: I guess we could bring some apples.
Ade: And a sandwich.
Me: Sure, why not.
Ade: And throw rocks in the water, with Oma and Opa.

This is the point where I realize he remembers the only gold mining trip he's been on, which was with his Oma and Opa, we had apples and sandwiches and he threw rocks into the water all day. So anyway, his memory good.

Peace.

I'm not a booty, I'm a booger.

Ade's still as busy (if not busier) than ever. He keeps us so busy we don't have time to post anything here of import, but here are some videos to enjoy.

I called Ade a "booty" the other day and he said: "I'm not a booty, I'm a booger." Here you go:



Here's a cool one of Ade singing itsy bitsy spider.




Here's one of Ade on a tricycle. He's a pedalling machine! He obviously gets that from his Dad.



Haven't posted any pics in a while either, so here's a cute one of Ade, with one of his (still) favorite christmas, this time he fell asleep playing the guitar. Awwww....


Finally, here are some candids taken by Ade of his mommy and daddy.

Overheard recently....

The Little guy's vocabulary is really expanding much more quickly than I expect. Every once in a while he says things that make you do a double take (at least from a Dad's perspective.)

Yesterday: "I changed my mind."

Recently (and repeatedly): "Oh, nevermind."

Again, recently, a nice exchange:

Me: "How is Oma?"
Ade: "Not fine."
Me: "Oh really, what's the matter?"
Ade: "Her back hurts."
Me: "Oma's back hurts."
Ade: "Yeah, she has an owie."
Me: "Oh. She has an owie."
Ade: "Yeah, right here," hands behind him touching his back.
Me: "I see, did you help her feel better."
Ade: "No...the doctor fixed it."

One more:

Last night, I wasn't feeling so hot, and I sat down on the couch for a minute and fell asleep. During that time, Ade must have gotten up and got into bed with his momma. When I awoke, I went into the bedroom to find him in my spot. So I lifted him up gently, and cradled him in my arms. He curled up into a little-boy-ball, still asleep. On the way to his bed, I heard his soft little hoarse voice: "I wanna lay with my momma."

"I know." I whispered as I laid him down in his bed and covered him up with his blankets. I expected to hear a protest, a whimper, a cry, something as I patted his back and left the room.

He didn't stir.

Peace.

"Let Me In"

The date: Last Wednesday January 21st.
The time: 5:30 a.m.
The scene: I'm awake, but barely. I'm getting read to get in the shower. The bathroom door is closed and the light is on. No other lights are on in the house. The shower is running and the exhaust fan too, so it's a little noisy.

From behind the door I hear a faint voice. A little boy voice. "Let me in. Let me in. Let me in."

I opened the door to find him laying on the floor with his mouth pushed under the crack in the door. "Let me in, Dada."

I put him into bed with his Mama and he went back to sleep.

No I want to roll.

I just got this hilarious email from Ade's Mommy. Here's the full text:

Ade says to me "oh honey" and I said "honey?" and then he said yeah,
"honey bucket"...Nice. Now all day I am called honey bucket. Also,
he was rolling his ball and I said "do you want to rock?" and he said
"no I want to roll".

LOL.

Now, I want to roll.

Peace.