The Worst

Holden was having difficulty walking. After I got him dressed, I put him down, but he immediately fell. Despite much effort, he couldn't get back up. I picked him up and stood him on his legs. He tried taking a step and fell down again. He wasn't crying out in pain, so I started panicking thinking that it must be neurological. But, as it turned out, the only person who needed to get their head checked was me. I had put both of his legs into the same pant leg.

Cheerios

All I want to do is eat dried Cheerios, but Holden's going,"I want my own bowl of Cheerios, but the Cheerios have to come out of your bowl. Okay, now I want to feed you Cheerios from your bowl. Those look good. I'm going to eat from your bowl. I need more Cheerios for my bowl. That's too much. Let's just dump it all back in your bowl. Okay, now please put more Cheerios in my bowl..."

Toilet Floss

Holden has successfully tossed his first household item into the toilet. As I watched the dental floss make its way into the bowl, I let out a desperate, "Noooooo!" Holden, with his eyes scrunched and jaw slightly dropped, gave me the most confused looked, as if to say, "Whaaaat is the big deal?! I see you drop stuff into this thing all the time!"

Mom. Mom. Mom.

I have my own little Stewie Griffin. The last week has been nothing but "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mooooom! Mom. Mom!" And a good majority of the time, he doesn't want anything more than my attention, so when I respond, he just smiles and moves on.

Yesterday, I was on the floor, with my back to him, picking up food he dropped, when he started,"Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. MOM!" "Yes, Holden," I said with my back still to him. But he continued,"Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom." Next thing I know, he's crouched down, with his face right in mine, yelling,"MOM!!"

Apparently, he wanted to show me something, and I wasn't looking. But, you got my attention, kiddo. So, kuddos to that.

I Can Make It!

Exhilarating morning! We drove Bill to the commuter rail, which runs along Main Street in the center of town. We stopped for coffee on the way, and as we were in line at the drive-through, we heard the train horn in the distance. I yelled,"Give me a credit card! It's faster than cash!" Then I am already on the move as I swipe the card back from the cashier. I whip a right onto Main Street, and there's the train! I lay on the gas. The train and I are head-to-head. For a moment, I think I'm Casey Ryback and start preparing to climb out of my sunroof, so I can leap on the train. Bill snaps me out of it when he yells,"Pull over!" I pull the car to the side, he leaps out, runs across traffic... and makes his train.

Now back to laundry and dishes...

Adventurer Terwilliger

Life is just an adventure to Holden. No challenge too great.

First challenge: a car seat blocking his door to the hall.

Challenge accepted!

Holden spots a small opening between the seat and the doorway. A lesser man would deem it too small, but not Holden. After much grunting and yelling, he pushes his way through the opening and finds his way into the hall.

Success!

Next challenge: a sleeping dog in the hallway.

Challenge accepted!

He tries to go around the back, but Mac moves, stretching his body across the entire hall. Holden pauses to reevaluate the situation. He decides that he has no choice, but to go over the dog. With each hand, he grabs a chunk of fur and starts to make his way over when the beast awakes. He looks him right in the eye, and then charges forward. The beast is not happy and tries to get him off. A battle ensues.

Oh! Challenge intercepted by Mom!

Here's a video of the start of this little adventure:

No One's Silier Than Daddy