After a trip to a convention in Boston during the last week in March, where the high was maybe 50 degrees, I was more than ready to get back to our unseasonably warm spring. I left on a Wednesday morning and came back on a Saturday afternoon, and Jeff and Cohen stayed with Jeff's parents while I was gone (to "save gas" per Jeff). Cohen seemed interested in the fact that I would be flying on a plane, but I really wasn't sure that he missed me at all while I was gone until we noticed when I got back that he got upset anytime I left room and had to know "where mommy go." But really flying on a plane is not that big of a deal when you can do it whenever you want...
We all enjoyed a warm Sunday outside when I got back. The typical outside trip for Cohen begins with putting on his "pay soos" (play shoes) and bringing mommy and daddy their pay soos too, which for me are often high heels! (A week after this particular outside trip, I got Cohen's feet measured and found out that his "pay soos" were a size and half to small...I'm making room for the mom of the year trophy on our mantle!) We don't even make it out of the garage before he has to stop to drive daddy's boat...he usually tries to make mommy and daddy climb up in the boat too, but we try to avoid this since the second we make it up there he is saying "down."
At this point Cohen has the two-year old version of MTV cribs in our backyard...you know, the "whips, rides and dubs!" I think Jeff and I are becoming "those people" though...you know, the redneck ones with all the stuff in their yard - at least none of Cohen's cars are up on blocks!
Anyway, he usually picks the orange car first - he can drive it Flinstone-style but he prefers to put his feet up like this and have Jeff or I push him up and down the driveway:
And with all the miles Jeff and I rack up with all that pushing, the car needs a lot of gas...
This kid obviously does not appreciate the cost of gas these days!
The Little Tikes flinstone-mobile really should've taught him all he'll need to know right?!
When he's done with the car, he'll usually pick up the basketball and throw it a couple of times or get one of us to hold him up so he can pretend to make a basket. Then he'll run back to the garage and point to the shelf because he's ready to "pop bubbles." He'll usually let me blow a few, but he mostly prefers to eat bubbles and will proudly tell you "I eat bubbles." I am now beginning to rethink this since he ate so many bubbles in the bath tongiht that he threw up the oatmeal he ate for dinner....gross! Anyway, after the bubbles it's then time to sweep since he has yet to outgrow his fascination with brooms and vacuums. Fortunately, we have 2 brooms so either Jeff and I get the pleasure of sweeping as well. Next it's on to the blue car with the big handle, so the three of us can take a trip down the road...things he likes to see in our neighborhood are: Bo, the dog that hates Howie; a dumptruck, a backhoe and jet skis. When we make it back to our driveway, Cohen is ready to swing...this lasts for approximately two minutes. He then moves on to what may appear to be a powerwheels firetruck...unfortuantely we have the redneck hand-me-down version that needs a new battery. So Cohen finds other ways to entertain himself on the firetruck:
Next is the jungle gym in our yard and my explanation alone couldn't do justice to what this 22-month old could accomplish there:
We finish our outside trip by jumping in a hole in the backyard, looking for the neighbors "pup-pups" through the fence in their yard and looking for his favorite kit-cat. Most people might think that this all sounds like a nice day outside, but in all reality it all takes place in what seems like a matter of minutes! But at least we have take time to stop and smell the flowers, lol!
I love this tree in our yard and my boys really make it a pretty picture!!
Nothing beats a beach sunset or a sunset from the balcony of a cruise ship - our back porch is close second though!
After a long day of playing, there is nothing more comfortable than a dog bed!!
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