And here we have the official "Star Wars" t-shirt...another that Colleen completely hates. Again, who doesn't love Star Wars? The fact that she's never seen it was almost cause for a divorce, but she has many, many other redeeming qualities that keep me around (I'm sure she's thankful - he said sarcastically).






So, I was outside mowing the lawn when Colleen relaized that Christopher has reached a new milestone...crawling up on the stone hearth of our fireplace. We now have to get it covered with something with utmost haste as he has proven the comment from the earlier post (Memorial Day post) that he's officially dangerous. Don't worry, we were both right there with him and got him down from there hearth each time he crawled up (which totalled about 20 with us pulling him down and giving him the ol' "Nanny 911 'no. ouch." It finally worked. He hasn't attempted to climb on the hearth since that time, but we're still going to cover it up...especially now that he thinks he's an Olympic sprinter. That will be Daddy's weekend project. We'll have to see how handy Daddy really is. Lowe's, here I come!

P.S.
No children or animals were harmed in the creation of this blogpost

Run (run) D-M-C (c-c-c-c-c-c) and Zerberts

You've got to know Run D-M-C's tune "Rock Box" to get the title....it has to be repeated that way. In case you don't know, its supposed to sound like the into to the song...dig this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WA-zaE6aevs

Come on, man...how can I NOT post Christopher rockin' his Run DMC t-shirt. Colleen absolutely hates this and the Star Wars t-shirts I bought him a while back, but I don't care that she hates them...its Run DMC and Star Wars! You hear me? RUN DMC and STAR-freakin'-WARS!!! Those t-shirts HAD to be bought and he HAD to don them...and don them he did with freakish fashion!




Christopher, being the quick study that he's proving to be, has learned to apply zerberts to daddys person. Here, Christopher has snuck up on Daddy while daddy was relaxing on the floor, minding his own business. And here Christopher comes and has begins zerberting away...repeatedly on Daddy's belly. Its very cute stuff. And trust me, that is Daddy's tummy (Daddy has learned to angle the camera so as not to highlight his own chunkitude...or at least minimize his own girth so as to make himself more appealing to the public.)

Utensils? We Don't Need No Stinking Utensils!

Do I really need to explain this?

...I think not...

(Although I would like all to notice the large wad, for lack of a better term, of spaghetti in the neck of his shirt.)



The consequential bathing....


Back to normal...pj'ed up and ready for sleepy-byes....

Night-night.

We Have Our First Bleeding Incident

Christopher, I'm sure like most toddlers new to this whole walking phenomenon, has a lot of difficulty ambulating effective when he's tired. Just before he was about to retire for the evening the other day (Tuesday) he was running around (as, again, most toddlers do when they're confidence in this aforementioned phenomenon becomes ever so strong and misguided) with a toy, pictured below, when he took a stumble....the end result being Christopher's mouth fighting gravity and hard plastic......

Christopher lost...

Here are the results of the incident....

Don't worry....
All ended up okay.