Again with the late. K's schedule is such that sometimes I'm able to update her on a lot of the things of the day. That obviates the need for substantives information herein, except for all of Reid's adoring fans (read: grandparents).

We've gone to a new schedule with Reid on weekends. We're down to a single nap. Over the holiday we noticed that he seemed to be needing the 10 a.m.-ish nap less and less. We decided to try to get rid of that nap, and in the few weekends since Christmas, it's worked well.

However, in those weekends, there was two parents here. That not being the case now, a critical failure in our new no morning nap schedule was realized: no reliever for the shower. That is, I can't take a shower while Reid is sleeping. Because Reid never sleeps.

Sink-shower it is!

Anyhow, Reid and I did have a little adventure I didn't tell K about this afternoon. The boy and I went shopping and coffee-shopping and whatnot today, just to get out of the house. When we got back, the temperature reached today's high of 40 degrees and, bundled up well, we decided to take our poor neglected dog for a walk.

Reid likes to help. He wants to hold the leash, of course, because it is filthy and involves something which could choke him, and he's been attracted to things which could potentially hurt him badly since birth. Of course, he's walking with the leash and Dixie -- who couldn't possibly understand that an 18 month old toddler is holding his leash -- gives it a tug. It's a retractable leash of about 13 feet. Therefore Dixie is 13 feet away, standing on a curb while Reid and I are just off the curb, in the street. This is important because, as the leash leaves Reid's hand, it self-retracts, all the way back to Dixie. It can't jump the curb of course, so it travels 13 feet through a 2 inch deep puddle of noxious standing water back to Dixie.

Good times.



Reid got a big popup car from my mom for Christmas (the one he got was actually a big yellow SUV, ironically). About twenty minutes before bedtime tonight he demanded I get it out. I got one shot off before he pulled the entire thing down on top of himself laughing hysterically. (Have I said this enough?) Good times.