Inevitable

Perry has given himself his first haircut.

His hair had been getting long, so I gave him a haircut yesterday. We discovered we were a little late to a breakfast meeting with friends, and so I ended up leaving the scissors out on the bathroom sink. When we got home, Perry made a beeline to the bathroom, and modified the cut I'd just given him.

I clipped the rest of his hair a little shorter this evening, to try to blend his handiwork in with the rest of his head.

Oh well, it grows back, and you don't really notice all that much unless you run your hand over his scalp. He's got wonderfully forgiving hair.

Yeah, you want a picture, but I don't have one at the moment.

Pit Empathy

This evening as a before-bed snack, Perry and I ate two lovely plums.

Perry said to me: That pit's saying [squeaky voice] "Don't cut the fruit off of me! Cover me back with my fruit!" But we're eating it. Plum, you're too delicious.

And later, as we were cutting the second plum: The pit's sad, again. It wants its fruit back on. But we cut it, instead. Pit, we're sorry. Would you like to go in the garbage? Would that make you feel better?

I told him the two pits could keep each other company. "In the garbage," he said. "That's where they'll be happy."

Bribery accomplishes so much

Respectfully considering Perry's privacy, I won't go into detail about his potty training, but I will say the whole family is proud of recent accomplishments in the bathroom. It turns out that Perry is quite willing to perform for a big enough reward. In this case, the reward is ice cream. I'm going to lay in a supply of inexpensive toys to use as non-food rewards, too, and for eventual days/weeks/outings without accidents we'll also give trips to Happy Hollow or the Childrens' Discovery Museum. But right now the ice cream is doing the trick.

Well, eew

It could be anything at all when Perry crouches in the grass and says "Mommy, what's this?" This time it was the hindquarters and liver of an alarmingly large rat.

"Is it your rat, Mama?"
"No Perry, it's Angus's rat."
"Is it broken?"
"Yeah, that rat's pretty broken."

And Perry ran inside to tell Jay "Angus mouse broken!" Perry was really excited when I threw the pieces over the back fence (with a big plastic bag to protect my fingers).

Pardon this entry for having no pictures.

It's been a long time since I posted. Sorry to everyone.

Perry's grandma Sandy came to visit and stayed with us. Unfortunately her luggage didn't join her until the second day, but she's smart and packed the essentials in her carry-on. On March 1 Perry turned 3. Hooray! On March 3 we had a party. Several kids from his daycare managed to show up, which was fun.

Grandma Sandy flew home on the following Tuesday, and has decided that going home to a foot of snow is for the birds, and will be celebrating Perry's birthday (or at least making her "birthday" visit) in May or some other nice time of year.

At the moment, though, Perry is sick. We got a phone call from his daycare asking that we pick him up. He had a fever and chills. He waited until he was in the grownup bed before he threw up (I'm going to learn someday, right?). He's spent the day mostly asleep in front of the tv or having stories read to him. I hope he's better before we leave on Sunday for a trip to Arizona.

Pics from Perry's party later.

Food Shots

Perry has recovered his appetite. Here are some pictures of him eating.



Bagel and cream cheese.

















Rice

















Baskin Robbins "Wild 'N Reckless" (sic) sherbet. It even tastes good!

crafty

This afternoon we're going to a birthday party for one of the kids from Perry's daycare. He's two, so the card we give him won't be of much interest, but I thought Perry and I could make one, anyway. Perry had a lot of fun glueing squares of tissue paper to the construction paper card, and picking out buggy rubber stamps for decorations. He even scribbled a little inscription. A masterpiece of ephemera.