Dax's Journal

No longer a teenmonther

Dax is 20-months-old today. He's out of the teens. He just moved up a diaper size. If you ask me, he's growing up entirely too quickly. Children are a brilliant creation but there's just one small problem: no pause button.

Case in point that he's growing up too fast? He's already driving.

Note to self: If his approach to driving this battery operated vehicle is any indication of what he'll be like when he is 16 begin devising plan now to discourage him from getting a driver's license until he's 30.

As I'm writing this Dax is next to me playing with his water table. I love wireless access to the internet. Now if only I could figure out how to make a living by writing I could spend oodles of time outside doing just that. If anything, I'm a big dreamer. :)

Speaking of Dax and writing and dreams? We're going to be making some changes to the site in the next week or so. I'm hoping that these changes include giving everyone the ability to leave comments once again. I'm also hoping that these changes will motivate me to update a lot more often.

Words and Wiggles

I read today that, at this time, Dax should have a vocabulary of anywhere between ten and fifty words. So Cat and I decided we'd make a list of the words he knows to see where he's at.

At 130 words, we stopped.

We've been told by both his doctor and his teachers that he's "a bit ahead" with his vocabulary. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the fabulous preschool/daycare we have him enrolled in and the fact that we read to him A LOT.

Now if only we could get him to stop calling stop signs "apples".

One of the words that Dax knows very well is "Wiggles". That would be his favorite television show. He asks for it by name and throws in a charming little wiggly move just so you are absolutely sure of what he wants.

Next week? We're going to be taking him to a LIVE Wiggles show. Cat and I are so excited; we're like two five-year-olds on Christmas Eve. I can't wait to see how Dax reacts. I also can't wait to see Cat grooving to his favorite song, "Fruit Salad".

Speaking of Fruit Salad (see how I effortlessly segue between completely unrelated topics?)......

Dax's daycare is having an Easter potluck and egg hunt tomorrow. Am I alone in thinking that watching four kids under the age of two try to figure out how an Easter egg hunt works will be hilarious? No? And how many of you are wondering, as I am, how long it will take for a baby brawl to break out once they figure out there is CANDY in those eggs?

Wish us luck.

I didn't think he'd do this until he was a teenager

It was very stormy here today: rain, wind, more wind, crazy wind. So when I got home tonight I was not surprised to see that our patio chairs had blown out into the grass. There was a little break in the rain (meaning that it went from torrential to downpour) so I thought I'd run out and collect them.

I left Dax inside and just slid the screen door closed so he could watch me run around in the rain and so I could hear him laughing at me. Everything went according to plan until I tried to come back inside.

Locked.

My son, he locked me out of the house. In the rain. Sans key.

Now our screen slider is propped up against the side of the house and I am seriously considering purchasing one of these.

Checkup

Dax had his checkup today and was declared "perfect" by his pediatrician. He is just over 2'7" and weighs just under 23 pounds which puts him in the 10th percentile. To make up for his small size he wowed her with words, even saying "thank you" after she told him he was handsome.

She asked if he had entered the picky eating stage (yes) and if he was throwing tantrums yet (yes, yes, yes). Funny, Baby Center failed to list those things as milestones. She armed me with oodles of advice and even some pamphlets which I'm pretty sure Dax will tear into pieces and eat at some point. What? At least he's eating *something*.