Easter Bubs

I remember Vash's first Easter.He got a farm puzzle in his basket and it was his favorite puzzle for the longest time. We had to take it with us every where because he wanted to show every one how well he could put it together.( It was recently surpassed by a Winnie the Pooh puzzle.) He was cruising but not full out walking yet so we decided to line the eggs up on the edge of the sofa instead of hiding them. He was pretty excited when he saw them, only because they were brightly colored I think, and went right after them. He crawled over to the sofa and pulled himself up. He grabbed an egg and examined it. We told him to toss it into the basket. He did so and then happily went along grabbing eggs and tossing them. Mostly into the basket, but some just onto the floor. That's how he found out there were treats inside. One busted open revealing rainbow goldfish. He smiled and laughed and crawled as quick as he could over to the treats where he sat and began eating them. He tried to get to all the eggs pretty quickly after that. We didn't do an egg hunt this year because Vash found the basket holding the eggs before we COULD hide them and ate most of the treats before we could stop him. Not mad. Just noting. Nothing comes between that kid and food.

Fasten Your Safety Belt Please

Vash has always been obsessed with fastening latches and buckles of every style and kind every since he had the   dexterity to do so. Craig would come home and put his back pack on a kitchen chair, come back a moment later only to find that Vash had buckled it TO the kitchen chair. And every time we go for a walk, the second he's out of the stroller he turns around and buckles his safety belt even though no ones it in. It's always fun to place Rhyla in her car seat and then realize I have to take her out to undo the restraints Vash has buckled for me.  The kid is smart. And terribly worried about safety. This of course is a good thing but I feel awful about how this obsession started. Vash was only about 7 weeks old and I often had to put him in his bouncy seat so I could eat some cereal or something. This bouncy seat was particularly layed back and he wasn't rolling yet so I figured he would be ok unrestrained for a few minutes. Well, I must have fallen asleep while laying down eating my cereal, because the next thing I hear is Vash cooing wildly and with great enthusiasm. I opened my eyes to see he had bounced himself out of the bouncy and onto the floor. He was probably glad to be free and moving, but shocked by the slight drop to the floor. He must remember that because now EVERYTHING has to be buckled.

Favorite Friend

Vash went to a birthday party a few weeks ago. He was the only boy at a Princess party, but what can I say? The birthday girl was turning three. Her Uncle came in to wish her a happy birthday and she says to him, "Uncle so and so, that's baby Vash!" She was so proud of him. "What about your other friends Sam?" Her mother asks her pointing to the table full of little girls. "Oh... these are my friends," she says dryly.  It was hilarious. Who knew he was Everyone's favorite?

Driving

Vash, being 100% male, loves cars. He likes sitting in the driver's seat and pushing every button and knob he can reach. Then he pretends to turn the wheel around while he smiles and looks out the windows. He's been doing this since he was seven months old. We came to look at the house we're currently in and got here before the landlord did. We waited in the car and Craig held Vash on his lap. He was thrilled to be in the front seat and even more thrilled to be behind the wheel.It's one of his favorite games. I worry about when he turns sixteen that we'll never get to run errands for ourselves again. He'll volunteer at every opportunity so he can be out and about in his "Little Duce Coupe". (I know I have a picture somewhere. I'll add it when I find it...)