Seattle

Anson: "Anson go Seattle. Airplane. Vrrrrrr. Go with Mama!"

I think he misses his Mama :)

Romancing the Mama

I just had an awfully cute, blond-haired, blue-eyed boy throw himself into my arms with the declaration, "Oh, Baby!"

This was after I was greeted at the door with "Hubba Hubba, Pretty Mama!"

Take THAT, Future 1st girlfriend!

Sometimes Projects Take Way, Way Longer Than They're Supposed To

Case in Point: Getting the living room rug professionally cleaned, then washing the wood floor beneath it.

2 Weeks Ago: Joe rolls up the rug, stuffs it into the car, and we take it to American Rug Laundry for a deep cleaning. I wash the rug mat in the washer (unsuccessfully), and then with a hose on the laundry line. I decide not to sweep and wash the floors, because, honestly, by the time the rug is ready, I'll just need to do it again.

1 Week Ago: We receive notice that our rug is ready to be picked up. That just doesn't happen.

Today:
10:00 - We decide to leave to go pick up the rug.
10:35 - We actually are driving away from the house.
11:10 - We return to the house, with our cleaned rug rolled up in paper. I start putting away Anson's toys, and then pull out the bucket and get down on my hands and knees. I remember that, when you have all wood floors and an open floor plan, it is pointless to wash just the floor in just one of the rooms. Plans change to include the rest of the floors. However, there is just time to wash the living room floor.
12:00 - Lunch Break.
1:45 - I decide the living room floor is dry enough. The rug mat, then the rug is laid down. The tv room is swept and washed. Nap / Computer Break (hey, it's Labor Day Weekend!). And then other things just are more important/fun.
6:15 - Joe moves all the appropriate furniture from the library into the living room. I sweep the library and entry way. We go for a bike ride.
7:45 - I start the final washing of the last two floors.
8:00 - I'm done. Kinda.

2 full weeks pass with 1 full day of work. Duration of actual labor, just a few hours.

Oh - and the library room furniture is still piled in the middle of the rug. I could just finish up the job now. But I would prefer the saga to continue at least another day.

Because it is a Monday, Again...

... and you've all asked for more...

Here is a vid of a hyper toddler playing with his balls. Note how he compliments himself on his throwing ability. If we all could be so self-congratulating.

Number Confusion

Anson has recently developed a love of numbers (except the number 7, which he likes to pretend just doesn't exist). "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10!" He loves to count to himself, as well as count the objects in front of him.

But numbers are confusing. The number "11" is not "1" "1", even though it really looks like "1" and "1". We had that discussion earlier this morning.

Words that sound like numbers are even more confusing. Take tonight, for instance, when Anson and J were coloring pictures for Mama. J wanted to write the typical 'To: Mama, From: Anson' on the paper. It didn't go so well.
J: "Ok, now I'm writing 'To: Mama'."
Anson: "Three!"
J: "No, 'To MAMA'."
Anson: "Three!"
J: Catching on... "Oh. Not 'To: Mama'. Let's do 'For: Mama' instead."
Anson: "Five!" "Six, Eight, Nine, Ten!"
J: "What do you think about 'Love Mama'?"

Tough Little Doo

Anson recovered from his surgery quite well, the little man. He was sent home with some liquid tylenol + codeine, but we surprisingly didn't need it! The only medications he took, after surgery, was one dose of tylenol (grape flavored). He spent the day after surgery running around, and even went to the Minnesota Zoo with Daddy. The biggest bummer is that he can't go swimming until the stitches have completely dissolved.

One completely amazing, jaw-dropping thing: Anson actually asked to go to bed the night of his surgery! "Daddy, nap? Bottle?" This has never happened before, and will likely never happen again!

We have removed the big bandage, but still can't see the incision due to the steri-strips, which should fall off in a few days.

"After" Picture:


(Anson was not happy about having the large bandage removed, as it had really adhered to his skin. You can see some of the residual redness in the picture)

AnsonLind.Com is Updated!

Yes, I am a *bit* late in updating Anson's website. I wish I could say that the wait was worth it, but pictures have unfortunately been a bit scarce lately.

Anson has learned that whenever the camera appears, there is a fun picture displayed on the back of it. There is no more sitting nicely for pictures, or ignoring of the camera. Instead, whenever Anson sees the camera, he shouts "PICTURE!" and charges towards the camera, intent on seeing the picture displayed on the back.

I have a couple of videos as evidence...

Just prior to this video, Anson was happily yelling "Ball Ball BALLS!" and throwing the balls across the room. But then, when I pulled out the camera to document the cuteness, he unforuntately saw it, and the balls were immediately forgotten:



In this video, Anson is hard to understand, but he is saying "Pictures" repeatedly. I'm sitting in the middle of the floor, slowly spinning around, trying to keep Anson in the camera's eye as he is doing his best to crawl over me to see the picture on the back of the camera: