The Chase is On!

And that shirt he's not quite wearing says "Catch me if you can." Of course, I CAN catch him, but really, where is the fun in that?

Sick Kitty Home Today

I haven't been taking too many photos lately. We've been getting ready for the fall semester classes, as well as dealing with an ill cat. Chester has lost quite a bit of weight lately, and began exhibiting some scary symptoms late Sunday night. He's spent the last few days at the vet and is now home with a schedule of twice-daily insulin injections. I'm currently trying to keep the little guy away from Chester (I think he wants to play) - difficult because Chester REALLY wants to be in the kitchen. I'm sure he'd like me to feed him, too, but that isn't going to be happening.

Here are the last photos we took - August 17th White Sox game:







There was an hour-long rain delay, so we ended up getting home around midnight. This threw off the baby's sleep schedule for several days following! He did fairly well, though, considering there was a lot of squirming to get down and it was past his bedtime (oh, and we hadn't gotten much of a dinner before leaving the house).

No news on the walking front yet. Still lots of pulling up, and recently a lot of tearing up books (mainly the phone books).

New Uses for Plastic Containers...

Playing with our Red Bowl

Filed under "toys that aren't really toys" also perhaps "kitchen supplies."




Not quite sure how I changed that into a widescreen shot when I cropped the end. Oops! Sorry it's a bit tight.

This One Must Be My Kid

Nothing to report from the one year doctor appointment - except no shots! Yay! The molars aren't anywhere near erupting yet (although his bite is still plenty annoying). We've been stopping at the park on our walks for Swing Time, which Boy Friday really enjoys - especially if he gets to see some other little ones around. Today he grabbed at a little girl who came up to say "Baby!" Trips to the grocery store are exciting, too - there were SO MANY babies yesterday.





Friday is making progress on the walking and pulling up fronts. He really started pulling up just one week ago, and is already letting go and free standing for brief periods. (He can reach my coffee on the table! Cats on high perches!) Now, bedtime is suffering! The other night it took several hours to get him to go to sleep (in fact, it took some Bach - Daddy's idea). Tonight, I *thought* we were ok, but he just woke up again - I still hear him squirming in there. Alas.



So, just last week I noticed a spot on Friday's right leg on the outside of his knee. Yep, it's a mole! In the SAME place that I've got a one. I've always been a bit embarrassed by it, really - this huge dark mole looking like an EYE on my (very, very pale) leg. I have other large ones, but this one in particular has always bothered me. I hope his mole doesn't bother him as much as mine bothered me.

Teeth and Other Happenings

Look at those upper teeth! They're finally starting to show. He's had them coming in for a while, now, but only recently have we been able to see them well.

Friday really likes water - fountains, bath, water table, kiddie pool... although oddly, he would prefer to NOT wash his hands. Usually. Earlier this evening, the water in the tub was enticing enough for him to pull himself up on the tub edge to see it more closely! So, we're pretty sure he CAN pull himself up... he's just not that into it. Yet.

Current tricks include opening cabinets, pulling hair (his, mine, the cats, daddy's leg hair...whatever), and screaming when things don't go his way. Which, by the way, happens to be OFTEN. You know, when I won't let him have the curry. Or, perhaps, when he can't get the refrigerator door open. Or, when the cabinet under the sink won't open (he often pulls at the hinge side, and really, there isn't much I can do about it not opening there). Or, when I attempt to change his diaper or put clothes on him. Or take them off.

The Little Dude has decided he enjoys Grover's company (and sometimes Pooh also):



Bedtime hasn't been so bad lately, either. Maybe it's Grover? Of course, there is always the fun of playing with the crib aquarium. Who knows?

Birthday Cupcake!

Saturday was Boy Friday's first birthday (wait, I guess it would be his second...hmm). Ok, well, the first one with a cake. There was definitely no cake last year. In fact, I don't think I got to eat anything at all!



As you can see here, we're both much more smiley than last year at this time.











And here he is after the cupcake massacre (and some cleanup), playing with his new blocks:



I think he enjoyed the cupcake. I, however, had to blow out his candle. Although he makes blowing noises, he only wanted to grab the flame. Sorry, little buddy - maybe next year.

Boy Friday would like to thank everyone for sending cards and gifts for his birthday. Tonight he's wearing some new pajamas sent by his cousin, Riley, and her parents (and the pants GLOW!).