Five

I'm not sure how it happened, but somehow my baby has turned five years old. Five. I'm pretty sure there has been a rupture in the space-time continuum, because there is no way five whole years could have elapsed from this:

 to this:

Man, I am lucky to have this kid in my life. I'm not sure how I deserved the awesomeness that is Nolan, but somehow I won the lottery.

He totally cracks me up. "Mom," he said, "take a picture of me like THIS!"

"And THIS!"

"And THIS!"

He is hilarious, brilliant, quirky, and fun. I'm so glad I get to be his mom.

Turning Green.

Dear Nolan,

When I suggest that you color while Mommy cleans the bathroom, I mean "color on some paper." Not "color on your mouth and see if you can turn your tongue green." Also, while coloring your hands green is very interesting, I would appreciate it if you could refrain from petting the wet dog.



Thank you,

Your Mom.

Forgot the Kitchen Sink...

Upon hearing about our Buffalo trip this morning, the boys decided to pack some snacks. While I was in the shower, Matt took out our cooler and filled it full of everything in our pantry: raisins, fruit leather, mini-marshmallows (I didn't know we had any!), "chewies" (gummy snacks), breakfast bars, Dennis's power bars for running, and cheesy crackers. Of course, the marshmallow bag split open during their endeavor, so they had to consume half the bag a few.

They were so proud of their "packing," and when I commented on the high proportion of junk food, Matt proudly exclaimed:

"Oh, Mom, we packed all the fruit, too!"



I'm pretty sure 5 bananas, 6 peaches, 4 apricots, a quart of blueberries, and 7 plums will stave off starvation during the 2 hour drive.

I think I have a little "re-packing" to do!

Keepin' It Real: Paging Dr. Diaper Genie

On the way home from Buffalo one evening, Matt asked why Nolan had to see so many doctors. He noted, correctly, that Nolan isn't "sick." I explained that some doctors do help you when you are sick, but other doctors help your body work better.

I told him that Nolan sees a doctor to help him hear better, a doctor to help him eat better, and a doctor to help him sleep better. Matt nodded and sat, thinking about this for a few minutes. I thought the conversation was over, but then his voice piped up from the backseat,

"Well, when are we going to get a doctor to help him smell better?"

Perhaps it's time to start toilet training...

Fun With Doctors

We saw the GI doc today, which will necessitate a long update. I'm not quite in the mood for that, so I thought I'd share something I found on our ENT's website. They have a "kids corner," so I thought I'd check it out. How many words can YOU make out of "otolaryngologist?" There is also a coloring sheet. And a maze, which I hope is not part of a novice ENT's instruction manual:




I wonder if the GI doctor has a similar site. "Help the food find it's way through the intestines!" I'm not sure if these activity pages are weird or hilarious. I'm voting for funny.