Thursday, February 26, 2009
Our very own children's museum!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Zoo
Cooper spent quite a bit of time picking up rocks that we wanted to give to the elephants.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Around the house
If only we could spend all day, every day playing in the sink!
New snow boots. We haven't had a chance to wear them outside, which is good because Cooper doesn't exactly love walking around in them. He walks like he's wearing ski boots and can't bend his ankles. Pretty funny, really.
Cooper loves to get out Mama's green vacuum. The first couple of days after we got it (it was a Christmas present to ourselves), I had the cleanest house around!
Monday, February 09, 2009
The pep band
Cooper watches intently as Mr. Nate (one of Alan's students) sets up his trap set. "Another green drum!" "A cymbal!" And then Cooper watches Dr. Parr, the band director, count off the band to start playing. "One... two... one, two, three, four..."
When we get home, we play lots of pep band. This is Cooper counting us off -- in a crazy, rock-band-drummer kind of voice. And then he stands and directs, and would be snapping his fingers if he could.
We've gotten even more creative. Cooper decided an ice scraper looked like the pedal on Mr. Nate's bass drum. And he found a flashlight to use as a horn of some kind. At first, I thought it might be a microphone, but now I'm pretty sure it's a trumpet.
And only certain pep band songs will do. Alan and I try to mix things up -- my high school fight song, the "hey" song -- but Cooper has clear ideas about which songs he wants to hear.
So this is Cooper counting us off, directing, insisting on a different song ("Sing the other band song!"), drumming, snapping, and trumpeting to the Baker fight song.
Alan and I are more than happy to nuture a "band geek." I'm a little concerned though about raising this guy:
Friday, February 06, 2009
Happy Birthday, Sweet Baby Boy.
A much tastier cake for everyone to eat:
And yes, there are four candles on it. Cooper was playing with two, so I dug out two more for the cake. And then he decided his two should also go on the cake. This picture will totally confound me in about 25 years. "Really? Four? He looks so little for a 4-year-old...?"
Cooper liked the yellow digger cake, but I hadn't adequately prepped him that it was actually a cake. He cried when the window came off on his hand. But then picked off all the M&Ms to eat.