To the zoo we go

I have always had great memories of the zoo. The giraffes were my favorite. So, I was thrilled when our playgroup activity last week was the zoo! I knew Caleb would be estatic. What I didn't recall about the Chattanooga zoo, was that the only "real" animals to view are the Red Pandas. There are no elephants, no giraffes, but all this didn't seem to matter to my child, since all he really wanted to do was run free. You will notice that in all the pictures I have of him, you either see his boredom, or the back of his head as he dashed past me. The thing that got the most reaction from him was the birds. He recently stayed at my mom's house for the weekend, and was facinated by her birds, so he started to scream "E", "E" (his word for birdy) when we got near the parrots. All in all, I've decided that next time, we will save the admission fee and parking cost, and just go to her house!

Victory!!

We had victory in the nursery this past Sunday! After two weeks of a very unhappy little boy, not to mention nursery staff, we discovered that it all came down to simple boredom on Caleb's part. This revelation came after a brief discussion with one of the nursery workers, who also moonlights as our Thursday night babysitter. She said that he may be fussy b/c he wasn't a crawler anymore, and that we should try moving him to the two year old room, which has THE SLIDE. She was right, and for this, Karen, we ALL thank you. Since Sam has been in Atlanta all week, we decided to attend our very first playgroup on Monday morning. Easy enough, I thought. Especially since it was a park with wide open spaces and rides. So we arrived to the playgroup, full of energy, boy-driven wonder, and curiosity, to discover a group full of sweet, quiet little girls, who all minded perfectly. We will just end with saying, it was an adventure for all involved, and that playgroup may never be the same. But we had a blast!!

My Strong-Willed Man Child

Ok, so I have finally given in to the pressure and have created a blog. I feel almost icky, really, spending all of this time and effort writing about me, but I will make valiant efforts. The truth behind starting this is to satisfy the craving of friends and family, who are always wanting current updates and pictures of our man-child and his many many adventures! So, here you go:

Caleb, who is now almost 19 months old, and who basically (at almost 10lbs) was born a man, has abandoned the timid and apprehensive nature of a baby, and has FLUNG himself full force into toddler-hood, and has taken me (kicking and screaming, I might add) with him. He decided about 2 weeks ago, Easter Sunday to be exact, to despise the church nursery. The whining starts as we enter the blue hallways, and usually ends with me being paged b/c he is sitting open-mouthed in the floor of the nursery screaming at the top of his lungs, making everyone miserable. I have decided to start sending Sam to "handle" the situation. All he has to do is look at Caleb, and everything suddenly goes right with the world. Go Figure!