It's a Kettler, fully loaded with a rear dump bucket, handbrake, front basket, and of course a bell. Cole can't peddle yet, but he can ring that bell all day long. His trike also has a removable push bar and a footrest, so he can sit back and enjoy being pushed around until he can reach the pedals.
Cole loves his new trike and he likes to sit in it all the time. He runs to it each morning to ring the bell and make sure it is in good order.
6.29.2005
tricycle
6.20.2005
birthday bonanza
At Mom/Gram's party, Cole used up all his clothes in one day. First there was chalk drawing, which he enjoyed thoroughly...as did his shirt and shorts. Then came the rain, and afterwards, splashing in puddles. The next day we had to buy him new shoes because his sneakers were still soaked through. Cole had just about outgrown them, so it was good timing. Cole got his first pair of sandals in a size 6.5 and swim shoes in a size 7! The rest of him is growing just as quickly. My grandmother joked that soon he'll be able to carry me, and I told her that would be a welcome change.
6.01.2005
corny
5.11.2005
5.03.2005
choices
Cole has learned that he has choices, and today he chose not to eat.* The last few days he has insisted on cheese and grapes for lunch and dinner, and today I refused to let another day pass without veggies and meat. I managed 3 spoonfuls of sweet potatoes before he burrowed his face into the back of his highchair. Now we're both playing hardball. Who will win? I honestly don't know, but don't tell Cole.
*Note: Don't worry! Cole continues to eat hearty breakfasts of cereal, waffles, and bananas. At least, he's rarely stubborn in the morning.
I think part of the problem is that he doesn't want to eat mushy baby food anymore, but at the same time he's not willing to accept all chunky food either. He will eat chunks of fresh fruit, cheese, breakfast foods, and his body weight in Goldfish pretzels. He used to eat fresh peas, but those now hit the floor. There's no doubt, we're in the midst of a transition, but I sure hope he "chooses" chunks soon.
4.26.2005
18 months
Cole's latest milestone snuck up on us so suddenly that I didn't even make his check up appointment until 4 days after he turned 18 months old. I used to have his doctor appointments planned out well in advance, and that was when they were only a month apart.
Cole's new statistics are: 33" tall (75%), 24 lbs. (30%), and 19 1/2" head (90%). He is still built like Charlie Brown. He's tall and lean, and I hope he enjoys it while it lasts, because eventually he will resemble his not-tall, and not-so-lean parents.
I had taken the first available appointment which was at 9:40 in the morning, and I had to wake Cole about 2 hours earlier than his usually start to the day. He likes to sleep in which is something Tony and I fully support and encourage. However, I didn't know he would have a "test" at this appointment otherwise I would have scheduled it for a time when Cole is more alert. The doctor had a little kit ready for us with blocks and a doll. I realized that Cole was supposed to show that he can stack blocks, which he can do easily, but instead he arranged them in a neat row and picked them up one-by-one to study them. Next he was presented with a tiny 4" baby doll and miniature bottle. I know he was supposed to try to feed the baby, but he doesn't know what a bottle is, and instead he poked the baby in the head repeatedly. I have no idea what kind of notes the doctor wrote, but I found Cole's response to the test to be hysterical. I know he has the skills the test requires even if he didn't perform on cue.
The only part of the appointment that did worry me was Cole's reaction when the nurse returned. He knew! He knew immediately that he was going to get shots and he had a full blown panic attack. He shook and began to cry so hard that he held his breath and began to turn bluish. The nurse waited until he let out the big cry and took an even bigger breath before she gave him the shots, and she worked so fast she put the bandaids in the wrong places. Afterwards I scooped him up and he was quickly consoled and began picking at his looney tunes bandaids while I pulled on his pants. The whole ordeal went very quickly and he walked out of the doctor's office with dry eyes, but I'll never forget that look of panic and how I felt during that moment.
It's been a year and half of moments--happy and sad, fun and challenging, exhilirating and exhausting--moments with Cole that I have treasured.
Cole's new statistics are: 33" tall (75%), 24 lbs. (30%), and 19 1/2" head (90%). He is still built like Charlie Brown. He's tall and lean, and I hope he enjoys it while it lasts, because eventually he will resemble his not-tall, and not-so-lean parents.
I had taken the first available appointment which was at 9:40 in the morning, and I had to wake Cole about 2 hours earlier than his usually start to the day. He likes to sleep in which is something Tony and I fully support and encourage. However, I didn't know he would have a "test" at this appointment otherwise I would have scheduled it for a time when Cole is more alert. The doctor had a little kit ready for us with blocks and a doll. I realized that Cole was supposed to show that he can stack blocks, which he can do easily, but instead he arranged them in a neat row and picked them up one-by-one to study them. Next he was presented with a tiny 4" baby doll and miniature bottle. I know he was supposed to try to feed the baby, but he doesn't know what a bottle is, and instead he poked the baby in the head repeatedly. I have no idea what kind of notes the doctor wrote, but I found Cole's response to the test to be hysterical. I know he has the skills the test requires even if he didn't perform on cue.
The only part of the appointment that did worry me was Cole's reaction when the nurse returned. He knew! He knew immediately that he was going to get shots and he had a full blown panic attack. He shook and began to cry so hard that he held his breath and began to turn bluish. The nurse waited until he let out the big cry and took an even bigger breath before she gave him the shots, and she worked so fast she put the bandaids in the wrong places. Afterwards I scooped him up and he was quickly consoled and began picking at his looney tunes bandaids while I pulled on his pants. The whole ordeal went very quickly and he walked out of the doctor's office with dry eyes, but I'll never forget that look of panic and how I felt during that moment.
It's been a year and half of moments--happy and sad, fun and challenging, exhilirating and exhausting--moments with Cole that I have treasured.
4.21.2005
vocabulary
Cole's vocabulary is growing, but his choice of words continues to surprise me.
He is fascinated by dogs and is quick to point and announce "da" everytime he sees or hears a canine. It's a curious new word because we have a cat, and he has shown no sign of saying c-a-t.
But then on Sunday, after returning from our trip to Wisconsin and finding our attention-starved Kittenhead meowing throughout the apartment, Cole began his own "meow" which sounds more like Mao (as in Chairman). Now whenever he sees her he starts to Mao, Mao, Mao, and when he approaches her he Maos as if he's talking to her in her language.
Cole is also trying to say "bird" and "balloon." Ballon is shortened to "boon," and bird is just "buh."
He is fascinated by dogs and is quick to point and announce "da" everytime he sees or hears a canine. It's a curious new word because we have a cat, and he has shown no sign of saying c-a-t.
But then on Sunday, after returning from our trip to Wisconsin and finding our attention-starved Kittenhead meowing throughout the apartment, Cole began his own "meow" which sounds more like Mao (as in Chairman). Now whenever he sees her he starts to Mao, Mao, Mao, and when he approaches her he Maos as if he's talking to her in her language.
Cole is also trying to say "bird" and "balloon." Ballon is shortened to "boon," and bird is just "buh."
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