I hope you have all enjoyed this mini Video Week. Things have been crazy busy for me around here the past few days, so I am glad I had a stash of videos taken last weekend to post every other day this week. Otherwise, you may not have seen anything new until Monday!
Riley is doing really well with his colors these days. He is able to correctly name green, yellow, red, blue, purple, and orange most of the time. Such a smarty-pants, my Riley-bean.
Happy Friday!
You just never know what will happen on the weekends when Daddy is around……skeleton pajamas, one glove, lots of books, and some fun in the {child-sized} tunnel. Good times.
Happy Video Wednesday!
Last Thursday morning, QP came over as usual, but this time she brought a friend with her, Sharon, who was in from out of town visiting. And Sharon happened to bring along her new Labrador puppy, Cayenne, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Riley, meet Cayenne. Cayenne, try not to jump ALL over my boy. I know you’re still a puppy and he’s just your size and everything, but he’s quite easy to knock down, and I would prefer that not happen. Okay? Okay.
Or not.
Riley didn’t care one bit, though, even when he did get knocked to the ground by the exuberant pup (which happened more than once). He loved every second of it, and I heard the giggles to prove it.
I eventually did run back inside to switch cameras so I could video some of their interaction, but I unfortunately captured most of the good parts in stills.
No matter. It is Video Monday after all, so here’s one for your weekly fix with double the cuteness, if you can stand it: a puppy and a Riley-bean, in action.
Happy Monday!
Riley is at the age where I don’t feel like I have to constantly watch him. This is nice because it lets me get some work done on the computer while he wanders from room to room, playing and babbling to himself.
However, this is sometimes not nice because, more than once, the slippery little sucker has scooted himself down the stairs before I can get to him. I’m glad we taught him well on how to navigate the stairs, but he hasn’t yet grasped the concept that he shouldn’t go up or down them by himself. Crazy kid.
Lately, if he chooses to ignore the stairs and part of my attention is otherwise occupied, Riley-bean has taken the liberty of getting into some things that aren’t his and making a few messes.
Those first two I was completely aware of, as they were happening practically right at my feet. He actually has gotten into my shoes and my purse a number of times, and I let him since it’s an easy thing to pick up and it occupies him for a decent stretch. However, he did not have my permission to empty out his wipes container onto the floor of his bedroom one afternoon.
All of the blame lies squarely on my shoulders, and I fully accept it. I was focused solely on editing a photo project on my computer (more on that soon!), and although I knew he was in his room, I only noticed the silence after he had been quiet for a couple of minutes. I walked in, found the mess, and immediately dashed back to my room to grab my camera.
As messes go, Riley really hasn’t created any big ones. Yet. I know they’re just around the corner. Another blogger mom says she makes sure to document every mess her son makes before cleaning it up, just so she’ll be able to look back at it one day and laugh.
I hope I retain the wherewithal to do just that when Riley has colored the walls with crayon or dumped flour out all over the kitchen floor or some other such nonsense.
Because I have a feeling he is going to be trouble with a capital T in no time.
I’ve said it before, but January 2012 is really proving my point. Winter weather in Louisiana is exceptionally unpredictable. One day Riley is bundled up in a long-sleeved shirt, sweater, coat and hat…..
…..and the next, the hat and coat aren’t needed.
(How cute are those shoes, by the way?)
No matter the temperature, though, Riley-bean loves being outside. And, one afternoon last weekend, Kenny decided to break out the bubbles to entertain his boy.
Even though he had seen bubbles before, Riley was mesmerized at first and seemed almost frozen in place…..
…..but it didn’t take him long to try to stomp on the bubbles as they landed on the ground. Typical.
Then he tried to reach out and grab the bubbles as Kenny was blowing them. And, I just have to say, thank goodness Nopsi has a really nice camera. These shots he captured are amazing.
Ah, to be a toddler again and see the world through fresh, innocent eyes.
Then again, at 32, I still think bubbles are magical.
Nopsi brought back a carload of stuff from Houston last weekend and thus needed to make some space in his closet. He was forced to clean out a multitude of old items that had been collecting dust on his closet shelves for years.
Boy, were there some gems in the pile, let me tell you. Old Mardi Gras costumes, two huge plastic knives, a stuffed duck that screams out “Aflac!” when squeezed, a kind-of-neat vintage model car (that has apparently been passed on to my husband), and a deranged-looking gorilla that dances to the Macarena song. (It’s okay to be jealous of that last one. It was quite a find.)
There was also this:
My original Rocky! I immediately rescued him from among the junk, and he is now safely ensconced in the boy’s crib with the rest of his menagerie.
And Riley already knows his name. Be still my heart.
But then there were these three special pieces:
A straight-from-the-80s retro sweatband and wristband set that Nopsi used to wear. Nice.
I’m shocked that Riley left it all on for as long as he did. He toddled around the kitchen, pushed his favorite truck around the den, and even sat in his highchair with his milk for a little bit before he had had enough.
I would have removed the bands before he got too into his lunch, though, even if he hadn’t tired of them.
We wouldn’t have wanted them to get messed up beyond repair, now, would we?
I should think not.
