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Jul 29

Posted by: Scott in: blog, caleb isaiah, memories, parenting

Just adding a few things I won’t remember in a few weeks…

To make up for all of the whining, Caleb has become more lovey dovey by the day. About six months ago, he randomly decided that we needed to kiss boo-boos. Maybe I was doing it before without thinking. But one day he fell down in the hallway and he stood up and kissed his hands. I laughed, and he came to me to have me do the same. From that day forward, any time he falls or does anything, we have to kiss it. Then it is like it never happened usually, and he goes barreling back into what ever he was doing that caused the “injury.” Well at some point a few days ago, he skinned his elbow. Enough so that it had to be cleaned off and bandaided. If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard “Yook Mommy, boo-boo feel beber [Look Mommy boo-boo feel better]” since then, I would be buying a new car. He has Little Einsteins bandaids, and sometimes he will ask for one for a tiny little bump that hasn’t even broken the skin. But I just kiss it, and it is all beber, and he runs off to get into trouble.

A few nights ago when I went to get him ready for bed, Shushybye Baby was on TV. Before you ask what the hell that is…we get Baby First TV, which is through DirecTV and Dish Network only at the moment I believe. Shushybye Baby is a show where big goofy looking furry people sized stoners muppets sing lullaby songs. The words to the theme song go like this: Shushbye and good night, close your eyes, sleep tight…. Cause I’m sure you wanted to know that… Anyway, I put Caleb up on the dresser to get him changed, and I sang the first two lines as I did it. He then sang “close your eeeyes, sleep tiiiight” in the absolute sweetest, softest little voice that it melted my heart. It was sooo adorable, probably one of those had to be there moments, but still. Maybe this will help me remember it years down the road, when he’d rather talk on the phone than hear a lullaby.

Today I gave him an oreo cookie while he was outside with daddy. He ate one of them and then started beating on the door (we have a metal storm door with a window in only the top half, so it was really loud, and he can’t quite open it by himself) I didn’t respond at first, so the knocking got louder and louder. I opened the door and he looked up with a cookie covered face and hands, thought about it for a second and said “One more cookie peeaze!”

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