November already?

We must not love our son at all. We never have time to write on the blog. Zander is definitely down to only one nap per day, about 2 hours. I think I need to go back to my union and make a complaint. Two hours is not enough to do all the things I can't do while he's awake, including anything involving a computer.

I discovered a great thing about the library yesterday - the kids computers. They're old and virtually indestructible with some basic games and storytelling programs. The benches are really sturdy so they will not tip over while a toddler clambers up onto the seat and wiggles into position. Zander had a great time visiting the computers, listening on the headphones, typing, and moving the mouse. Because he's not allowed to do that at home. So much the worse for us that the computer is located in the living room. Should have built that addition after all, eh.

We have lots of Zander stories and I'm only going to be able to remember half of them. Let's start with Halloween since I know there are people out there anxious to see the pix. Zander went as Zanderman! the superhero. Daddy made his costume.





Zander helped hand out candy (he was the greeter) and then we went out around the neighborhood with his friends Lily the fairy princess and Jack the ferocious leopard.

In other news, Zander is drinking from a regular cup now. The sippy cup has not yet gone the way of the dodo but Zander is often determined to be as big a boy as he can. Unfortunately, like all foods, liquids are as much fun to play with as they are to consume. Here's photographic evidence:

(the meek)

(and the wild - that's how much they loved your watermelon, Grandma Carol)

Oh and there was this other day when Zander rubbed chicken noodle soup in his hair. It was lunchtime and I was reading and didn't realize what he was up to until it was beyond too late. I tried rubbing his head down with a wet dishcloth but that didn't really work.....

(that hair was STIFF!)

The best, I have saved for last. There's no picture for this story but trust me, it's good. Yesterday morning, I was in the bathroom and Zander and Cujo came in - not unusual - and Zander shut the door - also not unusual. The cat, feeling a little vulnerable (have I mentioned how Zander luvs Cujo and tries to hug him all the time?), jumped up on top of some drawers to try and be inconspicious and/or out of reach. For the record, he was only 18 inches off the ground, definitely not out of reach. Zander sees the cat and shouts, "Get down! Bad cat!" I bust a gut laughing. Zander is told to "get down" a lot, so much so that he climbs on things and then tells himself to get down, looking to one of us adult-types for confirmation. Anyway, this outburst is also definitive proof that the kid is using sentences - it's just a matter of being able to understand him.