Unlocking

Mama's Keys

Our day ended with me chasing a naked Sam with a dirty diaper in one hand, wipes in the other, (I was trying to get him into the bath until I discovered the stinky diaper), yelling, "no, no Sam!  Mama's keys cannot go in the bath!"  He is faster than I am and made it from the dining room to the bathtub before I could figure out what to do with the soiled wipes and diaper while chasing him.  Luckily car clickers apparently now have a seal that allows them to still work after submerged in water by a toddler.
"Mama.  Keys. Bath!  No?"

Future NBA Star (bottle in one hand)

Quote of the Week

We were at a sprinkler park in Belmont, chatting with a mother, she was telling us about her trip to the beach the day before:
"and you could tell it was almost one o'clock.  All the kids were whining, no one was sharing, and then they started crying one by one.  Time to go."  This was all said with the best Boston accent ; )

Traveling Man

Going to see family in Southampton, New York over the weekend, Sam and I took the train to New London, CT, then the ferry to Orient Point, where Chris met us and picked us up.  Other than missing a morning nap, Sam did really well!  He is looking out the window here while eating blueberries.  He spent the first 5 or 10 minutes of the train moving saying "bye-bye" to the scenery as it passed us by.

Spaghetti Dinner

He dumped the spaghetti bowl upside down, looked at me and said, "ought oh."  

This is his sign language version of "finished," to let me know he is done with dinner.

Now he is explaining it's time to go play with his toys, over there.  There is no concern for the mess on his tray, the wall, in his hair, or on his lap!

Key

Sam is obsessed with keys lately, "locking" and "unlocking" anything that a key might possibly fit into- screw holes, gaps in furniture, toys, etc.  So he tends to raid the drawer where all the old and loose keys are, and we generally let him wander around with them (we're picking our battles right now).  Yesterday he was hanging onto the key to Chris's bike lock when we had to go on an errand, so to avoid a temper tantrum I let him take it.  We made it around Whole Foods and back incident free.  It wasn't until I was making my coffee this morning when Sam asked Chris for his keys and Chris responded, when something clicked and I froze.  Oops.

Today Sam and I had to go back to Whole Foods where I sheepishly asked if they had located a single bike lock key.  Oddly they had.  They were rather surprised that we had realized we had lost it.  It's safely back in the key drawer, at least until Sam finds it again.

Reading His Books