I had been feeling so good about how far we've come with swimming and discipline and worry-free time ... until today when i tried to give Cullin a haircut. Good Grief. If you've ever read a story on the life of Heather B. Armstrong over on Dooce.com, you would know what I was talking about. It was ridiculous. You would think I was stabbing him in the neck with the scissors!
Anyway, let's focus on the positive. Above you see a photo from Easter after Cullin's first taste of a jellybean at the Planet Bluegrass Snow-n-Mud Season Easter Egg Hunt. And a couple of weekends later, we traveled to Carbondale to see the Jones' and get in the last day of spring skiing on our passes.
We have made great strides at swimming. Cullin has surrendered to the turtle's life and is actually enjoying himself most of the time now! Phew! All of that protest was really wearing me out, not to mention, he would get so worked up after a 10min session that he would instantly fall asleep upon exit from the pool just a few weeks ago.
The vocabulary is really too long to list, but my favorite words right now are: Bicycle (Bi-kit-it), Lollipop (Loppie), Caterpillar (Ka-pah-ler), Printing, and of course Guitar (Tah-que).
We are really in love with the guitar these days.
