OK, you can stay for a little bit longer...

We're down in it here with a nasty chest cold and ear infection, replete with antibiotics and breathing treatments, all worthy of a much longer and funnier rant than I am capable of putting together after 5 days of very interrupted sleep. But tonight as I was fixing dinner Robert asked me for milk. And when I said, "Do you want chocolate milk?" (because I'm bribing him with ANYTHING to get him to drink right now) he looked up at me and said, "Yes, please, ma'am. And I love you, Mama."

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

And I carried you for 40 weeks...

The following took place between 7:48 and 7:49 am:

Me: Hey Robert, do you want to go eat some coffee cake that Mama made?"

Robert: Yes!

Me: What kind of coffee cake do you think it is?

Robert: Burnt.

Niiiiiiice.

We're so lucky

It's hard to post about all the cute things that Robert is doing right now when I think about all the 2-year olds ( and everyone else) in Haiti. It is so heartbreaking to think about. Robert would like to urge you all at go to www.redcross.org or www.mercycorp.com and donate. We did and it was easy.

That's it, I'm goin' to Grandma's

The stomach flu edition

We've all been down with the stomach flu so here's the short version of the last couple of weeks:

• Christmas was good, though Robert was very impatient with the whole unwrapping-presents thing, and spent a good bit of the time under the dining room table playing with tissue paper. People foolishly bought him nice presents when they could have just wrapped up boxes with tissue paper.
• Robert is talking up a storm. "Come over here and sit down, Mama." "I put a banana in my pocket." "That's so silly, Mama." (This in response to me trying to put his socks on his hands, which, was, in fact, too silly. But so is putting a banana in your pocket, little man.)
• His sleeping schedule has been really screwed up since the whole stomach flu. Last night he didn't go to bed until 11, and it's 9 am and he's still asleep. And, of course, I should go wake him up, but 90210 is on...
• We've had 4 weeks of sinus infections, ear infections, the stomach flu. I'm ready for a little bit of healthy, happy Robert time.

Let it snow!

We've had our first significant snowfall of Robert's life (isn't that amazing? It's his 3rd winter!) and he is, in typical Robert fashion, not quite sure about it. One the one hand it is very interesting, and different, and MIGHT be fun. On the other hand, it is cold and wet and sticks to his gloves. And that's not so good. But we went out for a walk yesterday and I got these pictures.

All bundled up in our snow coat and pants... but no boots. Need boots.

Ok, I'm kind of cold and wet and ready to go home.

Gratuitous shot of our lightpole.. thought it was pretty.

Those of you who don't see Robert on a regular basis haven't gotten to share in the joy that is our most recent haircut. Robert does not like to get his hair cut and despite Rob's and the barber's efforts, his new "hair do" is a "hair don't." I think Mama will be cutting his hair in the future, between therapy visits to resolve his trauma at being held down and having sharp, pointy, noisy things applied to his head.

Yes, this IS what it really looks like. And that's after I've started to repair the damage.

Santa=Bad

We've had a number of run ins with the Red And White One, and Robert isn't a fan. He doesn't mind looking at Santa from a distance ("Das Santa!") but when asked if he wants to go see Santa he emphatically assures you he doesn't. He did enjoy going to see the penguin (if not Santa) at the Aviary.