My Baby

My baby boy is currently sick with what we thought was strep but is actually some really oddly named virus that causes blisters on the back of his throat.  Apparently it just has to run its course and we just pump him full of ibuprofen every 6 hours to ease the pain.  However, he can't swallow so when I say "pump him" you can take a wild guess as to where we have to put the ibuprofen.  Yes, this is what is happening to my poor baby.  On the other hand, up until Sunday he had a great weekend.  We went to the camper again, which you really can't go wrong with for Coop, and on Saturday evening we spent some time on Mt. Davis, which is the highest point in Pennsylvania.  It also has a strikingly beautiful lake and sunset and it made my boy look like the angel he is basking in the warm of the setting sun (most of the time).

Weekend in Review

Our weekend was pretty uneventful, hot and uneventful at least.  Friday we went to a lovely wedding for our cousin Sarah and Chris and then spent the rest of the weekend at home, in the heat.  So the theme of our weekend is heat.  Yesterday it was so humid I've never seen Coop soaked in so much sweat and he was sticky, which made his hugs and kisses even more delightful.  Our pool is currently in a constant battle with some tough algae so we weren't able to cool off in that so Coop kept himself busy with dirt, and minnows, and more dirt.

Training the trainer

At work there is a workshop/course we sell called "train the trainer". At home we have the Bedilion adaptation of that. Here,we do what works. Even when it is this....(Coop as a teen you have permission to be mad at me for this one for about 24 hours)

A Typical Day

With a 2 year old we've come to realize that there are no such things as "typical" days.  With a 2 year old like Coop, who is very opinionated, very charming, and very smart, typical would would be an insult to describe our days.  With a 2 year old as opinionated, charming and smart as Coop who is potty training everyday is an adventure.  But nonetheless, this is what our summer days consist of:

Stopping multiple times on the side of the road and/or random parking lot to quickly whip out the potty chair for my inconsistent-potty-training son.  For those of you who are great at Wheel of Fortune - can you figure out the type of store we were sitting at based on the sign?

Getting a haircut and/or visiting Uncle Bill (pronounced Beel if said by Coop)

And at the end of the day when Coop is tired of being in and out of the car and leaving his tractors behind, the only thing left to do is this:

A Friendly Fourth

We had a great fourth of July weekend.  We traveled down to the camper in Ohiopyle for the weekend and our good friends Patty and Dave joined us for most of it.  I was a little worried that they would be bored since sometimes we are a little limited on what we can do with Coop but I think we succeeded in wearing them out.  Coop was great.  He did the entire 22 mile bike trail with us (11 miles each way) to and from Ohiopyle!  We only had to stop once each way so he could play a little in the river and then he was happy to get back on the bike and continue our trek.  Coop was a big fan of Patty.  Steve, Coop and Patty went down the natural water slides about a half a dozen times and I think if he wasn't shivering he would have gone down at least a dozen more.  The heat was bearable since the bike trail is lined with huge rocks that keep everything nice and cool and the breeze comes off of the river.  In the evening we made s'mores and lit sparklers and smoke bomb type thingys that the guys had great fun with.  Monday we spent the day on the beach with Pappy and Nana and baked in the sun, or the tented heat of the sun at least.  Coop had a great time playing in the water and even convinced me to get in (although the heat made it pretty impossible not to get in the water).  Patty was a great photographer this weekend too.  Here are pictures to enjoy.

We started our weekend with a bang.....fireworks and sparklers (and smoke bombs for the boys)

 

Look Mama it's dead......................

Let me eat my butterfly in peace...........

I love biking on the trail in my wee rider............

Not too shabby for mile 18