My Munchkin

You know, I thought that being on break would lend itself well to the whole blogging concept. Lots of free time, no need to procrastinate, and being able to log onto the computer out of pleasure, not necessity should provide plenty of opportunities for blogging, right?

Yeah, that's what I thought too. Turns out I was wrong. The reasons above? Well I do have lots of free time...that I'd rather spend playing with Kaleb. I have no reason to procrastinate...therefore I spend less time messing around on the computer. And as for logging on for fun instead of drudgery? Well see reason number one for that answer. Why log on at all when there are munchkins to be tickled, and cars to be raced?

So I've been MIA for a little while. My last two posts I actually scheduled, so technically I've been off of Blogger for going on a week now. And I'm starting to go through a little withdrawal :)

I was planning to get some posts started today, but that idea went right out the window when Kaleb woke up with the worst diaper rash he's ever had.
And he's had some doozies letmetellyou. On top of that, he and I are both battling nasty colds so he spent most of the day cuddling with me (loved it!).

My poor baby had such a sore butt that he literally did not sit down all day. He either stood, leaned against me, or laid on his tummy all day. Poor kid. I felt so bad for him. One of the worst things about being a mommy (IMHO) is not being able to fix whatever's wrong, and make your baby feel better. Seeing him cry in pain just from changing a diaper is enough to make me cry!

On a good note, though, Kaleb's verbal skills are improving by leaps and bounds almost daily. He understands so much, but I was starting to worry about how little he was verbalizing. I shouldn't've worried, apparently. He's spouting off new words (unfortunately one of them today was 'ow') and starting to put two words together ('mama ball?' usually means he threw his ball down the stairs and wants me to go get it, and 'uh-oh nooo' usually means I need to go check out the damage).

Today he was obsessed with the refrigerator. "Ball?" he'd ask. I can assure you there was not a ball in there. There was, however, a round red tomato. There's no convincing him, however. Later today there was a bowl full of white balls in there (or as we adults call them, hardboiled eggs), and that's what he kept asking for.

"Ball?"

"Honey, that's not a ball, it's an egg...would you like an egg?"

"Ball?"

"Sweetie, it's not a...*sigh* do you want a ball?"

"Haaa" (with a big smile and the sign for please--means yes)

At least he's got the concept down, right?