Goof ball

I don't have any new pictures to post so here's one from a few weeks ago, pre-haircut. I love the expression on Dashiell's face in this photo!

D is getting goofier and goofier the older he gets. He still loves being tickled, but he also loves making us laugh, too! The other morning as I was getting ready for work, he was running around upstairs yelling STINKY BUM!!! as loud as he could, despite the fact that he had no stinky bum. When Rick came home from work that morning I told him all about it, and Dashiell picked up the thread and started yelling STINKY BUM!!! again, and according to Rick was doing it all day long. Because really, what's funnier than stinky bums?

Later on that night we were sitting around watching Wheel of Fortune (or possibly Jeopardy--we're fans of game shows at our house), and Rick was lying on the couch covered by a blanket. Dashiell kept crawling under the blanket with him and sprawling right on top of him, then he'd get out from under the blanket and wait for Rick to poke his hand out and tickle him. Then he'd crawl under once again and start the whole cycle over. I caught a small part of it on video--

He's just so much fun to be around! Gotta love this kiddo...

Happy birthday Dr. Seuss!!

Excuse my singing, but we decided to celebrate our favorite author's birthday!  Yertle and Pop joined us for cake and candles, followed by a viewing of Green Eggs and Ham.  Fun was had by all!

The Haircut!

My little man got his first haircut this weekend! Aww!! He handled it like a champ, and in fact I think he might have been a little too excited to get a haircut. He woke up super early in the morning (have you seen 4:30 am lately? It's not pretty), and I'm almost positive he did not go back to sleep. Thankfully he just chattered to himself and flipped through his books for a couple of hours until I got up with him. Then when it was time to go I think we just weren't moving fast enough for him! I tried to take his picture with Rick and this is what I got:



At this point I thought we were doomed for major meltdowns! But once we got in the car he was just fine, and kept saying "heckup" (haircut) and "kippers buzzzz" (clippers buzz). We went to my hair salon, and my stylist, Rhonda, let Dashiell explore the salon a little before sitting him in the chair. He loved the sink with the shower sprayer:



Check out how long his hair looks in that picture! Yes, it was definitely time to get rid of the mullet.

After getting him settled in the big chair and putting the fish cape on him, Rhonda let him play with one of her combs...



Then a fluffy brush...



Then a hair clip...



He even got to check out her clippers!



His new haircut turned out pretty cute!



AND he ate his first lollipop that day!



We only had one very slight instance of tears right when the haircut started, but other than that he was cool as a cucumber. Rhonda even asked us, "does he always handle new experiences so well?" I chalk it up to the book we picked up from the library a couple of weeks earlier that explained the whole haircut process. Honestly it wasn't the best book I've ever read but it did the trick! I think it comforted him to know what was going to happen, and what all the tools were used for, and that it wouldn't hurt. Of course it could also just be that Dashiell is a comparatively easy going kid. We're definitely lucky on that front! And doesn't he look so handsome now?

RICK!

Dash just cracks me up sometimes! The other evening he and I were in the kitchen making dinner while Rick was upstairs working on the computer. When dinner was almost ready, I called up to Rick to let him know that he should come down soon. The next thing I know, Dashiell's calling out "Rick! Rick! Rick!" I guess he was hungry and wanted daddy to come downstair as soon as possible! He kept on saying it until Rick came down, then we tried to explain that daddy's other name is Rick, but that he should still call him daddy. Not that it made a lick of difference--I think it was just too fun saying "Rick!"

Rick was home with him yesterday and had to make a quick dash upstairs for something, and swears he heard Dashiell call out "Rick!" from the bottom of the stairs...

A couple new photos that have nothing to do with the above story. We bought Dashiell a new table and chairs at Ikea on Sunday, and he's been having a great time playing with them! Here he is on Monday morning, moving the chair around to figure out it there was some way to sit in the chair and his little car at the same time:

Another eating at the big table picture--he's trying to stab a pea with his fork. This happens quite often now, where he'll spend most of dinner stabbing individual vegetables or pieces of fruit in an attempt to eat them. Meals take much longer these days!