15 months

Greetings. Cole is 15 months old today. I was thinking about him and wondered what it would be like to be so young. I watch him change so quickly. Each day he is able to say more words, do more things, walk faster. What if an adult could learn that quickly? We certainly would be very advanced.

Today Cole decided to put anything he could possibly find into the dog's water bowl. (A quick back-story about the dog and Cole: Cole loves the dog and wants nothing more than to play with him. The dog hates Cole and wants nothing more than for him to go away. ) So, while Max (the dog) watched in horror as Cole dipped his toes into his water bowl, Cole squealed with delight, splashing the water all over the floor. Does he think it's a miniature swimming pool? Then, Cole went into the living room, got one of his stuffed animal dog toys, brought it back into the kitchen, and had him swim in the dog bowl, as well. Nothing but fun over at our house today. As firmly as I tried to say "No" to Cole, I couldn't help but chuckle. My kid and his stuffed animal dog taking a swim in the real dog's water bowl. Laughter. What more could I ask?

Day Four Hundred Fifty Five

Greetings and welcome to my blog about parenting, motherhood, children, and my loss of sanity. I had intended to start writing consistently when Cole was first born, but it's taken a while (455 days to be exact) to get going. But, finally, I am here, I am writing and glad to be sharing the adventures of Cole with you.

As it is late, I will keep this first blog short. Cole recently began walking and has made great strides (pun intended) in only a few weeks. Granted, he is still walking like a drunk hockey player, all bow legged and wobbly, but he can get around quite well. Nothing is cuter than when he wobbles towards me, arms outstretched, all 6 teeth poking out from his huge grin, and gives me hug. What more could I ask? To steal the tag line from a commercial for crappy beer, it doesn't get any better than this.