NiklasAndZoe.com

NiklasAndZoe.com

There's candy hidden around here, I know it.

Niklas will tell Zoe the names of all of these buildings, even if he has to make them up.

2011-04-03: Well, after a seemingly long wait (I have very little breadth to my child-rearing experience), Lady von Chomp finally has a tooth with which to take her chomping to the next level. Fun fact: the next level is sharp and really hurts my arm. With the teething has come some pretty impressive fussiness, but it's nothing compared to the stuffed nose fussiness from last month, so there's that.

When she's not trying to devour anything that's not nailed down (and a fair amount of stuff that is), Zoe has been spending most of her time trying to remove CDs from the CD rack. She's mostly been going after The Party of Helicopters' "Please Believe It" and Fu Manchu's "The Action Is Go", but she's made a move on several Pearl Jam CDs as well.

Meanwhile, Niklas brought home an outstanding report card. If his pre-school actually gave grades, he would be Mr. A/B, but as it is, he's Mr. "Meets or Exceeds". It doesn't have the same ring, I guess, but I'm not complaining. He's also been running around in particularly crazy fashion after the getting a taste of the outdoors two weeks ago before being locked down again by the crap weather we've had since, but I think once it finally warms up (June?), he'll be in good shape.

2011-04-17: Zoe has mastered pulling herself up off of the floor using increasingly short leverage points. Is this a harbinger of trouble? Why do you ask such things when you know the answer is obviously "yes". She's also continuing her quests to eat dirt from the plant, throw my CDs around and find out what's going on in the bathroom. Do I keep the bathroom clean enough for that not to be a terrible idea? What have I told you about the questions with obvious answers?

Speaking of me saying the same thing over and over again, Niklas has developed a hitch in his throwing motion where he looks at the ground instead of where he's trying to throw the ball. The other day, Niklas and I had this conversation:

Me: OK, buddy, don't look at the ground this time.
Niklas: OK. (looks at ground, throws ball into same)
Repeat ad infinitum.

I guess it takes a four year old's mentality to be able to reconcile saying you're not looking at the ground when you're staring straight at the floor. Maybe he doesn't consider the floor and the ground to be the same thing. He has t-ball tomorrow, so that's someone else's problem, now.