Mr Blue Eyes

Twinkle Twinkle Little Boy
How You Fill My Heart With Joy

Basketball Junkie

In defiance to this cold spell and SNOW we had this morning, I am posting this picture instead. This was taken last week, back when it was warm. He found this basketball hoop at his babysitter's house, and could not leave it alone. He'd throw the ball in, chase it, walk back, and then throw the ball in. Repeat for 3 hours. He threw a fit when I told him it was time to leave.

Enjoying the Sun

A few weeks ago we were at Colby's Grandparents house and it was beautiful weather. We soaked it all in and spent much of the time playing outside during kid dinner!

Love his little expression here.

Apparently he's getting too cool for the camera.

Colbs and his cousin Brooks, born just two weeks apart. Its crazy how different they are!


Uncle Jason helping Colbs ride a bike. He LOVED this!

We love warm weather! Hope it sticks!

Not-So-Cuteness

This is Colby's blog, right? So I am practically forced to spew how wonderful/sweet/kind/adorable he is. And thats ok, because I have PLENTY of material. And then, enter the toddler stage. He's almost a year and a half, and boy does this kid have an opinion. So here we go.

Whats not-so-cute about him right now?

*He wants to share all of his toys, but will scream if you put any of them down. He'll wander around and soon you'll have a shoe, big plastic ball, toy hammer, and a mop in your lap. Don't you dare remove them!

* He will find your clean socks, and will separate them. And scatter them around the house. It took me five minutes this morning to find a match.

*If he sees you on the computer, in the computer room, or anywhere near the door to the computer room HE MUST PLAY STARFALL.

*Tantrums. Full blown, thrown on the ground, kicking his little feet tantrums. At family functions. Niiiiiiiiice.

*Apparently mommy isn't allowed to go pee without the comfort of his 'blankie'. He won't leave me in peace unless I cuddle with his blanket. Wait, did I just post this on the internet?

*Sacrament meeting is only survived with the use of many fruit snacks.

*Daddy forgot to pack fruit snacks last week and left me to deal with him myself. Oh wait, this is about Colby's uncuteness.

*And lastly I would like to know who taught my son to burp on purpose, and then who taught him it was funny!

Fort-itude

James and Colby are pretty much best friends for life. Colby spent the day over at James' house a couple week ago, and they had a blast inside a fort made of blankets and a card table. James' mom sent these pictures to me, I love them!

The Ruff Chronicles

Colby has finally taken to a stuffed animal! Yes, Ruff is a keeper. Ruff is a bedtime pal, constant playmate, and even prays with us every night.

Cuteness.

*hugging goodbye*

Introducing "Ruff"

On Saturday, we had a fun adventure! Colby has always hated stuffed animals. Never loved, kissed, or squeeze them, he'll bop them and push them away. So, in an effort to make him more kind to his stuffed toys, we went and made one at Build A Bear. We figured if he helped build it, he might like it!

Look at that handsome dude.

Picking out an animal was so hard. The realistic dogs scared him. (Never mind that his BFF is a large chocolate lab.) We showed him a bear... this is him hitting it away. (and daddy looking high. I'm just sayin...)

But wait! He kinda liked this dog! No hitting, pushing, or throwing! No hugs, but we can work on that. And a tiny little smile... I think we have a keeper!

The stuffing of Mr Unnamed Dog. Colby was enthralled with the machine.



The combing and bathing. At this point, we needed a name. Colby cannot pronounce dog, it comes out "Ah!" Well, that morning as Colby (so kindly) woke me up, he was exclaiming "Ruff! Ruff!" Sounds good to me!

Taking Ruff home. He was very concerned for Ruff. It was pretty cute.

Now that its been a whole day with Ruff, we can say that our master plan worked! Although he's not sleeping and cuddling Ruff, he loves to kiss, squeeze and play with him.

Score Card:

Parents- 1

Colby- 0

Nothing beats...

Nothing beats saturday morning pajama time.

Love this blue-eyed cutie!

Home Bodies

Yesterday morning I got the opportunity to spend some alone time with Colby. We stayed in jammies, watched Barney, and blew bubbles. It was such an awesome morning, I love spending time with my little dude.

Here we are cuddling on the couch. So much fun!

Apparently this is the best way to watch Barney. It cracks me up, he does this but is afraid of the bath tub.

Cute smiley boy!

Rosetta stone, or in other words, what in the heck did he just say?

Jew, jews: a drink, cup, milk, juice
Mom(mah-om with a whiny sound): Mom
A-ma, A-ma-ma-ma (No whine, very chipper and excited): Grandma
Keeeeee sdkdfgjkdfgkdfgkokjdgfkjdg -y : Kitty
Dis : This
Dat: That
ah: Dog, usually while trying to run across the street to chase them down
Da!Da! : Dad. Notice no whining here either.
Bwoooo: Moo, aka cow. Sounds nothing like moo, but apparently it does to him!
Ah! Ah! Ah! (usually accompanied by running to the computer): This means turn on starfall.com and replay the 'short A' song 17 times until you want to shoot yourself.
Swih. Shoo. Ti. Ba. Ba. : Got me. Your guess is as good as mine. But he says them ALL the time. And then giggles. Like "I'm so cool. I'm confusing my parents, and its fun!"

Having a toddler is so great, isn't it?

Kazooooooooo

True story here.

We bought Colby a kazoo.

Colby figured it out before Daddy did.

Mommy laughs, a lot.

(P.S. doesn't he look just like mommy here? Or is that just me?)

My First Valentine's Party!

At this very moment, Colby is attending his first Valentine's Day party. His pre-school/daycare is hosting it. I made him all cute with spiky hair and a bright red shirt. His little valentines are so cute. They're Crayola ones to color, and we taped a sucker and a crayon to it. He loves them... but I'm pretty sure its just because he wants the suckers. LOL.

First Haircut

Colby had his first haircut on february 2nd. His aunt Emilee is a hair stylist, so we went to her salon. He just loves her, which helped the haircut process, I'm sure.

He did so well. He didn't mind the clippers or the scissors. In fact, he just wanted to see what was going on.

The handsome boy

My kid is... special.

Sure, your kid can talk. Run. Jump. Recite the alphabet.

Mine can eat his own shoelaces.

Booyah.

Its time...

Tonight we were out to dinner at Five Guys (super yummy, by the way!) and having a grand ol' time. Colby was flirting with patrons and employees equally. One of the employees struck up a conversation with us, mentioning how much "she" (aka Colby) loved his (aka weird, sucks-at-gender-guessing employee) broom.

*Shock*

My little boy does not look like a girl. Sure, his hair is getting long, but he looks like a toddler, not a female. Colby was dressed in an orange and white shirt with jean overalls with frickin sports on them.

A pic of the hair. NOT THAT BAD. Its cute! Its sweet! Its soft!

P.S. *sigh* There will be "first haircut" pictures on Monday night after our appointment. Stay tuned.