And the Nose Keeps Runnin' Runnin' and Runnin' Runnin'

I don’t know if you can tell in this pic, but Colsen has a glistening river of snot flowing from his nose. And. It. Doesn't. Stop. We went to the store the other day to buy a box of tissues just for him (which he promptly emptied all over the floor, next to the puddle of snot). In case you haven't experienced anything like this before, it is pretty awesome. Welcome to my life.

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A, B... D?

I'm not sure that Colsen is ever going to learn his alphabet through refrigerator magnets. He doesn't even have all the letters to spell his name (one day he will realize that the letter E is not a sideways M). Where all these letter are? I don't know. Under the couch... in the bathtub... in the dog's food bowl. I step on them at night when I'm walking around in the dark. Refrigerator savants we are not.

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My Baby Can Watch Commercials

Colsen and I watch Sprout all morning. The Your Baby Can Read commercials come on all the time. Colsen's experience with it is very much not like the kids in the commercial. He took all the reading cards and threw them all over the floor... and the dvds. Needless to say he won't be reading chapter books by his next birthday. (by the way, I'm willing to bet none of those kids on that commercial have any friends.) The one thing Colsen can do however is say clap everytime it comes up on the commercial. I'm so proud. By the way, don't tell grandma that she wasted her money on an expensive set of floor decorations.

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Jumping on the Couch w/o Clothes

Cuz yeah, that's how he rolls.

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Sleepy Time

It's pretty much impossible to try to get Colsen to sleep in his own bed. He is quite the whiner at bedtime and his parents are quite the softies when it comes to letting him get his way i.e. sleeping in our bed. Really though, how can I say no to that face? Tonight I decided to battle though. He brought it all: sad face, weepy voice, teary eyes. I almost caved (took the picture as I was considering picking him up). I stood my ground though. And now he's asleep. In his crib. Daddy wins... for now.

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Passed Out

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Getting Ready

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