safety glasses, badges, and coaching

growing!
growing!
Originally uploaded by coffywoman.

First, Dylan had the badge obsession. It started the day we went to Lola’s birthday celebration and we had to “badge in” everywhere we went–the kitchen, the bathroom, the dining room, etc…As you can see by this picture (taken on May 7th–about a week after Lola’s bday party), he is still into badges. And then…Some when between Lola’s celebration and the day this picture was taken, he was hanging out with his daddy when Tom gave him a pair of his extra safety glasses. So, now we’ve got badge and safety glass fever!


Here they are again….It’s bedtime and we had a sleep-over with Taliana, Heather and Assaf (they were getting plumbing work done in their house and didn’t have water, so they spent the night!) and he, apparently, needed to wear his safety goggles.


And, on Mother’s Day, he was still wearing them!!


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DSC_6882
Originally uploaded by coffywoman.

Shades are another obsession–at least we know where this one came from (hi Tom!)!


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Originally uploaded by coffywoman.

And, here he is eating cereal for dinner. Never mind that these are “Baby Banz.” He requested they be adjusted so they could still fit over his big ol’ head…! Dinner was more fun this way…!


my poor li'l coach!
my poor li’l coach!
Originally uploaded by coffywoman.

This last picture was taken just this evening, so we clearly haven’t moved beyond shades yet!

Incidentally, Dylan has been “coaching” me on my runs. Before he sacked out, he was barking out which direction I should run in and which hills I needed to tackle. He’s a great motivator. He urges me to go faster and, when we get to hills, he chants, “I think you can, I think you can, I think you can!”

We’re getting up early these days and he’s tired by the time he’s ready to be picked up from school, especially since he’s not a napper or a rester anymore (as he’ll proudly tell you)! The last two times he’s gone on runs with me, he’s sacked out about half-way through! Poor little guy. I can always tell he’s out when he stops bossing me around and I’m left to finish my run without his company and with only my sweet thoughts of him and Cameron.


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