Summer's almost here

Well, Maine summer is already here. Try 78 on for size. Not bad for the 22nd of February.



Since Cole kissed the window frame at the library, not a whole lot has happened. We're still here in Tucson so that is good. Cole has cut his lip open twice, and Cole has scratched his nose and forehead at the playground by falling down in the wood chips.


On the 7th we went to Phoenix and went the Children's museum again. We also went to the Desert Woodturning Roundup and saw Darrel, Brenda & Michael and Grandma & Grandpa Nish. We had a really good time and Cole left a lake under the table at Cheesecake Factory. That is possibly the funniest part of the entire trip.


Cole continues to work with the development therapist and the speech therapist. He's making a lot of progress and beginning to say a lot more.


Parker has now started to walk almost everywhere. Earlier this week he just started walking all over the house. He's quite stable and is proud of himself.

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I'm actually going to post this. We went to the Arizona Sonoran Desert Museum on the 28th. The boys both enjoyed it. We saw the bobcats and an ocelot. What beautiful animals.
On Friday night I went to the U of A baseball game with Cole and a co-worker. Cole pretty much ran around until the 5th inning. By then he had worn himself out and was ready to watch the game.

We went for a walk this afternoon as a family since Parker now realizes he is getting left when Cole and I go for walks. Parker enjoyed it until he choked on his apple juice and barfed all over himself and the stroller. We had to strip him down to his diaper. He smelled so bad that even Cole was saying "stink, stink". I had to get out the hose and the scrub brush to clean up the stroller. Good times.

The kids are asleep and ...

Cole and the Window Mullion

So Cole and I went for a walk today. We walked up to the library, read some books and then headed out for some more running. As we headed back past the library on our way home Cole made a break for a window on the back of the library. There was a mullion (metal piece of frame between two pieces of glazing) at mouth height. His mouth met the mullion before his hands on the glass brought him to a stop. The result was an instant mouthful of blood. He just kept bleeding. So here we are behind the library and I'm trying to figure out where all this blood is coming from. Meanwhile I'm using my handkerchief to keep most of it off his shirt, and he's got blood on his hands and all over his face and on the collar of his shirt (luckily it was brown). I also had blood on the sleeve of my shirt and on my hands and forearm. A few people asked if everything was okay, and one lady was kind enough to tell me about when her kid split his lip open. Just what I needed, an anecdote. A librarian came out the back door and had us come into the employee break room where we both cleaned up and found that Cole only had a little cut on his upper lip.

We then walked/ran home so Cole could eagerly tell his "mama" about the blood on his shirt. He is now asleep and as sweet as ever.

This kid can sleep anywhere

Written Sunday night.

We've found that Cole really needs his exercise in order to go to bed at a decent hour, so I try to take him out every day after work and at least once a day on the weekend to walk/run for a while. Today we took a long walk, especially when you take into account how short his legs are. It was about 2.5 miles round trip. He did well for most of the outbound portion, but things fell apart on the return trip. He insisted on being carried, which with him weighing something north of 40 pounds is no easy task. So for a while I carried him in my arms, then I put him on my shoulders, which worked well until I felt him swaying all over (because he was falling asleep). So I carried him a bit longer in my arms until I needed a break. We sat down on a curb and he promptly put his head on my leg and fell asleep. I took pictures. After resting for about 10 minutes I picked him up and carried him the rest of the way home. I tried to force him to walk and wake up a couple of times, but all that proved is that he can walk quite well with his eyes closed (and I'm pretty sure he was still asleep). So now I am tired and Cole is still awake.

Note: We're sitting on the curb of a walking path separated from the street by a large mound of dirt covered with brush.