I actually do think about updating the blog.
But then again I also think about abdominoplasty and if eating only ice cream would constitute a a liquid diet, not to mention practical things like taking a shower AND shaving my legs, or worldly things like eating Thai food. See. I'm a dreamer.
But occasionally I do put thoughts into action. Here is proof. A blog I started in June. Amazingly, even reading it now seems like it was written a hundred years ago. Callan's vocabulary has changed so much even in those three short months. Further proof that every second counts.
My Left Foot
What comes after ambidextrous? Is there a superdextrious? Callan and I were reading one of his favorite books a few weeks ago. It’s a Richard Scary book that has page after page of cars and trucks and planes…pickle trucks, cars shaped like hot dogs, all driven by cats and dogs. It’s a feast for the imagination. Even better that the content is the fact that it was a gift from Nini. So we “read” the book by talking about what is on each page and we ask him where’s the cherry picker? Where’s the dump truck? So the other evening while we were enjoying our book and I began to ask him where is the ice cream truck? He started pointing. With his feet. Cause that’s how we roll.
What name is?
Our boy is curious!!! He loves to know who people are and what they are doing. He loves to ask What Girl name is? When we go to the store, What guys name is? When we see a truck like Uncle GaGa’s “what gaga doing? Or the question he can ask a million times a day and never seems to get tired of hearing the answer to, What Moxie doing? Crazy Moxie dog is a hit at our house We love to know where he is and what he’s doing. If his activities are even one tenth as elaborate as the stories we tell, he’s a heck of a luck dog!
Usually the second phrase out of Callan’s mouth every morning is ----“Nice day ! Go outside!” He cant’t seem to get enough of being outside. He will refuse breakfast in favor of getting out there and checking out his golf clubs or riding his bike or darn near anything just let him outside! And if you think going outside is important, staying outside is even MORE important. Coming inside is a punishment worse than death…there is lots of crying or bribing --- and sometimes I do both. : )