No Thanks, Mr. Easter Bunny

Tuesday, April 25, 2006 5:09:59 AM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)

I know it's going back in time, but in honor of grandparents everywhere, I'm posting pictures from Mark's Easter Egg hunt way back a couple weeks ago...

IMG_0128.JPGTesting the basket for soundness before the actual event.

 

IMG_0130.JPGClearing some of the mud so the other kids don't have to walk through it.

 

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IMG_0145.JPGAll the fun of gathering eggs -- and who cares what's in them? It's fun! It's great! I have a wide open space to run in!

Wait a minute. Who's that guy in the weird suit?

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Forget it, Dad. You're not getting me anywhere near that monstrosity!

Good Friends

Saturday, April 22, 2006 1:50:24 PM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)

Good friends are great... and it's really cool to see your little boy deciding he likes people. Especially super-great people, like his cousin Jonathan.

The picture wasn't able to capture the best of the hug -- or even the best hug -- but Jonathan, who doesn't like hugs so much ("Stuck!" is his usual protest when he's stuck in one, so it seems), was a willing participant in this one.

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Yes, they BOTH hugged each other, though Mark was a little more enthusiastic about it. But he's a hugger. And it was cute cute.

It's the 80s

Tuesday, April 11, 2006 9:05:37 AM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)

...so where's our rocket packs?

Well, it may not be a rocket pack (it's not the 80s anymore, either, DA), but the Noblesville household has acquired its first robotic implement. After years -- seriously, years -- of threatening, we now have a new friend to help out. Meet Roomba.

This is Roomba Discovery, who was on clearance at Home Depot last week.
 
We've used this new robotic vacuum a couple of times so far and have discovered that it can vacuum under the table and can maneuver its way out from under dining room chairs. It doesn't deep-clean carpets but picks up lint, fuzz, and small items. (I have not yet crushed a handful of crackers onto the carpet just to test it.) It also does solid-surface floors and has a grand time in the kitchen, and has been known to open a bedroom door that wasn't sufficiently latched (I wanted it to focus its efforts on the hallway).
 
Little friend won't fall down the stairs, but if it comes to the stairs head-on, it gets stuck there and calls for help. If it comes to the cliff at an angle, it turns away as if it hit a wall. It had some trouble finding its base in the hall, but maybe that was because it wasn't finished cleaning yet.
 
Mark isn't sure how he feels about Roomba. He enjoyed watching it from the safety of Mom holding him, but when it came toward him in the hall, he dodged out of the way and hurried back to mom once again. It's much smaller than he is, but does make a fair amount of noise (though I understand previous models were noisier).
 
Both times we have used Roomba, we've had a nice cup of dust, hair, lint, etc., to dump out, so it does seem to be doing its job thus far. Now if only it could do stairs...

Mark Likes to Eat...

Saturday, April 08, 2006 2:40:35 PM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)

IMG_0053.JPGYogurt!!!

 

 

 

 

IMG_0054.JPGA nice big bite!

 

IMG_0055.JPGNo spills here!

IMG_0056 1.JPGAnd a clean finish...

Foraging for food

Saturday, April 01, 2006 2:00:39 PM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)

As I wait for my popcorn shrimp ("oven crisp") to cook, I thought I would reflect a moment on the development of a small boy's eating -- and choosing -- habits.

It didn't take long for Mark to figure out that THAT plastic container on the counter contains cookies, and that if he went over there while Grandpa Cody was here and looked at it longingly (maybe even raised his arms up a little) both he and grandpa would get a snack. This wasn't the beginning of begging for cookies, but it sure took it to a whole new level. Now he can say "Cookie" while he reaches for the tasty treat. He even might throw in a "please" (pees) and rub his belly in "baby sign" -- something he learned from his cousin Jonathan, I might add. Often if he uses that many ways to ask, Mommy caves (as long as it's a reasonable snack time, which it usually is when he asks).

Daddy bought some "snack packs" of Teddy Grahams on Wednesday. By Friday morning, Mark knew where the bag was on the counter, and knew he wanted those instead of the cookies and animal crackers in the container on the other counter. He went to that counter to reach up and look adorable and pleading. (It was, once again, a legitimate snack time.)

He also went to the refrigerator the other day, pulled at the handle and said "Muk." "Oh," I said. "Would you like your milk?" I got the cup out and handed it to him. He promptly handed it back and started checking out the containers of leftovers on the bottom shelf. The pulled pork he looked at and put back. The macaroni and cheese he pulled out and handed to me. Um, sorry, buddy, not for snack. "How about some yogurt?" Besides the fact that yogurt starts with "Y" (his favorite letter of the alphabet), he also likes it a LOT. He can eat it with a spoon by himself, as long as he doesn't forget and stick his hand all the way into the yogurt cup. Yesterday's foray into yogurt was with only a tiny glob on his spoon-hand (a glob which annoyed him until I wiped it off).

Of course, there are the things he would prefer not to eat. Most of them are green, though I did get him to try artichoke the other day. (He didn't like it.)

Well, the shrimp's done, so I'm off to eat.