Wednesday, October 25, 2006

One of these things is just like the other.

I'm sorry for the delay in doing Chase's birthday post but this past weekend was a rough one. Not only did Chase turn 2 this weekend, we also lost my grandfather to cancer. So it's been hard deciding which one to post about. It just felt wrong posting about one and not the other. Since Chase (and I) wouldn't be here if it weren't for my grandfather, doing both in one post seems right, in the end.

I love you and will miss you, Grandpa. Thank you for all you've ever done for us, which was so much.

Chase's two years in review:

October 2004

November 2004

December 2004

January 2005

February 2005

March 2005

April 2005

May 2005

June 2005

July 2005

August 2005

September 2005

October 2005

November 2005

December 2005

January 2006

February 2006

March 2006

April 2006

May 2006

June 2006

July 2006

August 2006

September 2006

October 2006

Happy Birthday Chase!

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Shakin' it like a Salt Shaker

This morning Chase and I decided to clean out his bedroom of outdated toys and clothes. With his birthday coming next weekend, we (I) figured it was probably time. While spending all this time in his room, Chase came across a toy that he hasn't played with in a while and was so excited. It's a little basketball goal and each time something goes through the hoop, music plays or people cheer. Chase quickly figured out that you only have to hit the little lever with your hand to make the music play. As you will see in the video below (assuming YouTube has decided to be kind today), I think what they say is definitely true. He is a dance, dance, dance, dance, dancin' machine. Watch him get down.

By the way, Chong the cat does not enjoy Basketball Music Playing Toy. And yes, during the video I may have given him a little tap (I did not say "kick") around the one minute mark to stop the meowing. You'll notice it only worked temporarily.

Friday, October 06, 2006

If you're gonna do it, do it right.

Wednesday Chase and I went with my sister, Katie, and my nephew, Jackson, to visit my dad at his fire station downtown. Chase loves to go and see the huge fire trucks. So we were enjoying our visit when I got a sniff of something foul. I very nicely asked Chase if he had a dirty diaper. He looked at me, rolled his eyes and said, "Oh God! Poopy Diaper!" I of course was highly embarrassed and promptly reminded him that we don't ever say, "Oh God" but that he should always follow it up with "Damn" if he wants to do it right.