Breakfast of champions

Apple slices with yogurt dip - check
5 of the 25 grapes I diligently cut up - check
fist fulls of cheese doodles thanks to Memere - check

tantrum for MORE cheese doodles - check
I refuse to give him more - check
he refuses to eat anything healthy - check
I break down and give him more cheese doodles - check

cheese fingerprints all over my bed - check
cheese fingerprints all over my walls - check
greasy layer of cheesiness on all of my door knobs - check

A friend once told me that she has a book of 100 ways to show your kids you love them, and one of the ways was to give them dessert for breakfast...lets just say I showed Connor some love today...

Off he goes

This is how you 'watch Daddy go to work'...

Mmmmm, pork fat!

Can someone please tell me how is it even possible that a 1 year old baby (Ok almost 1.5) can tell the difference between the fatty part of a piece of pork and the meaty part. THEY LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME! But he knew! At supper tonight, Connor wouldn't so much as look at the good, meaty bites - he only wanted the disgusting fatty pieces that I cut off for the dogs. He pointed and yelled every few seconds for a new piece of chub to sink his teeth into. I tried to mix in some meaty pieces with the fatty ones but he'd just shake his head and swat the meaty pieces out of my hand...

Sidenote; I actually feel this is a great talent that Connor will really appreciate one day. I've spent my entire life, struggling to decipher the fat from the meat. It's really hard. There's really nothing worse then taking a big bite of chicken or pork to find out it's the fat you've bitten into.

Yes, I know it's disgusting that I let him eat it. But I figure some part of the pig is better then none, right? And I remember my Mom once saying something about the fat being the most flavourful part.

Whatever floats your boat, kid...

Sidenote 2; Now who do I feed the fatty pieces to at the end of meal? The dogs or my son? It's one thing for Buddy and Jessie to lose their mother to Connor, but now they have to lose their special fatty treats too? They're going to be pissed...

Smile

You were so pleasant today. I mean, you're usually quite pleasant, but today you were extraordinarily pleasant. You had a smile on your face from the minute you woke up to the minute you went for your nap. And I'm pretty sure you didn't hit Buddy and Jessie once today. You let them sleep in peace. Although, I don't know if they ever truly sleep in peace when you're around for fear that they might get a hockey stick upside the head. Balls, Connor. Only hit balls! Anyways, getting a few smiling pics today was really easy.

Yoga baby

Connor took a break from yoga this morning to answer a call...

Why I call you 'Hurricaine Connor'

Hurricaine Connor first made landfall at 8:30 am this morning, where it hit as a category 3 Hurricaine with sustained winds of 125 mph. The storm started out in the living room and rapidly intensified as it hit the kitchen and then reached it's peak strength in the bedroom around 9:30am. Officials warned residents of the likely possibility of the storms return around 12:00 noon after it wakes from it's 'nap', so to speak.

Report by: Peter MacReporter

Eyes

Our pups, Buddy and Jessie got a break this weekend. We went to my parents place and they just happen to have a sweet, 178 pound (guestamation) labrador retriver named Nimmy, whom Connor LOVES. Every time he so much as hears a collar clanking or paws clicking - he shrieks with joy and runs to the top of the stairs to meet his 4 legged friend. Connor has been wacking, nose poking and ear pulling all weekend. But the real break for Buddy and Jessie was with Connor's discovery of Nimmy's EYES. It's a miracle really, that Connor didn't lose a finger in the eye probing, retina poking, eyelid pulling weekend. Poor Nimmy...you really took one for the 'dog team' this weekend...Buddy and Jessie send their thanks.

No more monkeys jumpin' on the bed!

Yesterday, Connor and I shared one of the best moments ever in our 16 months together. To you, it will seem so simple, but to Connor and I - it was so great...

We jumped on the bed!

Seems so simple doesn't it?

We were holding hands-connected as one -jumping in perfect unison- staring at each other and laughing so hard that it hurt. I can't remember the last time I jumped on a bed. I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard...

When we stopped to catch our breath, it felt like we had just shared the most amazing secret. I experienced childhood again and he experienced it for the first time.

It sounds stupid but I don't care. I want to remember that feeling forever...

Mr. talky pants

Connor had a good 'ol chat with Memere on the phone yesterday. He's already taking phone calls in his room for privacy reasons...

Game Face

Pictured below is #1, Connor Waugh, at the local New Maryland kitchen gym. He's focussed as he warms up for a competitive game of 'hit-spiderman-ball-with-hockey-stick-as-hard-as-you-can'. Shown here using the fridge to stretch his arm. "I really believe warming up is important!" Waugh stated, when asked what his pre-game traditions are. "I stretch and I suck on my sookie. It gets me focussed. I try not to worry about what the other babies are doing to prep for a game. It's all about me. I can only control what I do."



Below, Waugh is seen again in a great action shot. "He runs like the wind", a local Waugh fan says of the 2-foot, 27 pound brick house. "You would never know he's wearing a 4 pound wet diaper - he's so fast!" This shot was taken right after Waugh stole the spider man ball from a fellow opponent.

"I played well tonight", Waugh said of his victory. "I took the ball once when one of their guys wasn't looking and I knocked his sookie out of his mouth too". When asked how the game affects his relationships with his oponents, Waugh answered like a true gentleman; "We're best buds. We respect each others game. Once we walk off the court, his sookie is his and my sookie is mine. We leave it on the court..."

Spoken like a true athlete.

By: Peter MacReporter