Sick again. This time we have a double ear infection & bronchitis. Dr. Sue thought it might have been pneumonia & because it was Friday wanted to be on the safe side...so Casey & his dad made an exciting trip to the hospital for bloodwork & chest x-rays. We told him to lay off the booze, but he just doesn't want to listen.
He walked around all evening with his hand(s) in his pockets. And he can say pocket. 
It's beautiful out today, so I decided to take Casey to a little park/beach near our house prior to heading home. The weather was fabulous, but Casey had no interest in trying out the swings (he screamed like I was injuring him) and did not want to get down to go on the slides or walk around. Instead, he clung to me saying"birdie" and "doggie, woof woof". He finally got down as we were walking to the car. Then he turned,waved & said "byebye birdies". I have to go read books or he may try to stage a coup d'etat.
When my phone rang at about 9:20 I thought it was going to be a work related headache. Upon hearing Casey's teacher on the other end of the phone, I immediately thought I was going to hear news of vomiting or injury requiring an ambulance ride. Instead, she informed me that he had been bitten. He was ok--no broken skin, back to playing after they iced it--but the policy is to alert the parents (and I don't think they wanted me to freak out when I went to get him & saw chopper marks on his poor little cheek). He was fine when I went to pick him up, save for the bite shaped bruise on his cheek. His little girlfriend bit him when he wouldn't give her the toy he was playing with. He went back to playing with the little girl after she was done with her time out & he was released from being iced.
We spent the afternoon lounging by the pool. Aunt Jessica, Aunt Cristen & Papa joined us. Casey did not even attempt to jump in on his own. He did try to help keep the pool clean by dunking the skimmer head in the pool repeatedly.
Grandma joined us at dinner time. Casey shoveled cheese into his mouth by the fistful.
Today we visited with friends Dave and Aimee. Casey made some new friends (they have two kids, 4 and 6) and had a couple of firsts. First time on a trampoline. First time in the pool by himself. Face down. Their pool has actual steps, and Casey was sitting on the first step tossing toys around with Robbie. In the blink of an eye (literally), he was floating. The ordeal lasted less than a second. Kudos to both Carrie and Casey for their handling of the incident, as neither of them shrieked. Had Carrie not told me, I would not have known.
EDIT: This is Carrie. I did NOT try to drown Casey. He didn't even cough or sputter when I retrieved him from the pool. Seriously, I blinked & he was in. He is fine--he was fine then. Also, don't suggest I watch him or the like. I will get angry & yell.
Casey had his 15 month checkup today (yes, I know he's almost 16 months old). He smiled and blew kisses to Dr. Sue & the office staff, and he talked up a storm for Dr. Sue. Everything looks good, he got some shots and maintained his composure throughout.
When we got home, I fed him some ice cream (he got shots today, people) and then we played. He decided to check out this book on Dali when the thunderstorms drove us indoors.
New(er) words: chicken, buggies, sheep& baabaa.
Casey likes to read books. One of his current faves is Moo, Baa, LaLaLa! by Sandra Boynton
New(er) words: chicken, buggies, sheep& baabaa, hey hey, please.
Casey likes to read books. One of his current faves is Moo, Baa, LaLaLa! by Sandra Boynton
Here's a little excerpt:Our boy loves to have someone read to him. He'll pick up a book and back himself onto your lap. Sometimes he'll have you read the same book repeatedly (like his mother did with Button Soup). Rumor has it Papa used to hide the book so he didn't have to read it again. And there are other family members who hid Aunt Cheryl's favorite book, Squirrel Nutkin.
Casey was happy as a clam when I arrived to retrieve him this afternoon. We came home, went for a long walk, read a bunch of books, had some dinner, and then he laughed and laughed and laughed while we were playing. I think his laughter is my favorite sound. Daddy went to get Casey's newest toy and Casey desperately wanted to push his car. So we scraped around the neighborhood until the mosquitoes swarmed me.
He did not want to come inside--and I even tried to entice him indoors with ice cream. After a lovely arched back screaming flailing tantrum, we read more books, took a bath and now he's peacefully sleeping.
In another breaking development, Casey has been talking up a storm. New(er) words: flower, Casey (sounds like Sea-Sea), pool, foot, eye, chicken, mango, please (peas), sucker (sussa) , baa (like a sheep), quack--like a duck, and roar. We've been looking at the pictures in our living room and points out Daddy (of course), Casey, and his cousins. Brady = body or bardy. Caroline = jello. Yes, jello.
I figured if I took a picture of a spider, I might as well take some of Casey.
