To say Colin loves being outside would be a MAJOR understatement. Every morning Colin wakes up, asks for milk, then asks for a banana ("nana"), and then embarks on a hunt to find his shoes AND everyone else's shoes so we can all head right out the door to play as soon as possible. No clothes necessary in his opinion. He loves to explore everything little thing - sticks, leaves, mud, flowers, rocks - and walk up and down stairs and curbs waaay more times than either of his parents' backs can handle. Most of all, he loves to run up and down the hill in the front yard...
We've also been spending a lot of time at the park, where Colin has two favorite things - sand and slides! Gabe is trying to get over his fear of sand (it always ruins his manicure!). While he works through his issues, I've been getting dirty in the sandbox right along side my sand lovin' boy. He's only eaten a couple of buckets worth of sand so far, and he did manage to sneak a fist full in his ear when I wasn't looking. He also LOVES the slide - check out the static head in action below!
This series of pictures was taken when Colin's sneaky mama was trying to coax him over closer to the camera. He was "hiding" under the kitchen table, but I managed to get his attention...
And then I got him to come a little closer....
And closer....
And then I TACKLED that poor boy and attacked him with kisses!!! Torture!!!
Colin loves to walk everywhere. If you take him out of his car seat and insult him by trying to carry him, he yells "UP!!" (we're working on the difference between "up" and "down"...)
Colin had a VERY special treat while mom was out of town all week last week for work - GRANDMA KAY came to visit!!! They had SOOO much fun together! They played outside almost every single day, exploring the yard, going on walks, playing with water, taking funny pictures with Grandma's computer (which will be posted to the Kruse family blog very soon), reading books and practicing all kinds of new words and signs. Oh yeah, and having a naked party...
The little daredevil was also showing off his tricks for his Grandma, like that he can stand on his head (which he will try to do with or without his dad's help).
Now for my last story, Colin was enjoying his very first day back at daycare after having a GREAT week at home with Grandma Kay when he fell head first into a gate and cut open his forehead! I got a call at work that it was bad enough that he would need stitches, but not bad enough to call 911, so I needed to get there right away. Ahhh!!! I tried my best to stay calm and just get there as soon as I could. When I walked in, Colin was as happy as could be, playing with the director and waving to all his friends on the other side of the gate (the blood-free zone...gross). The cut didn't look too bad...yet. Here is a picture of him in the car on our way to the ER...
What followed was definitely not picture worthy, although I can say that the little (big) guy was a champ. Probably the worst part for him was being secured to a hospital bed in what was essentially a velcro burrito (to keep him still). Second and third worst were most likely the numbing shot and then the sterile sheet (with a hole in it for the cut) that covered his face so he couldn't see me or anyone else anymore. Then the (disgusting) cleaning and stitching process began...memories I wish I didn't have, particularly since my little blond boy turned into a red head for about 15 minutes. He was wiggling and kicking as much as he could inside that burrito, and crying almost non-stop...ALMOST non-stop. If he took a break from wailing for a second to catch his breath, I was able to calm him down long enough to repeat only three words (I tried about 3 million) - dada, bumpa, and nana (banana). The doctor and nurses had never heard something so funny, and they started calling other staff members over to listen to this sad, hoarse little voice under the blue sterile sheet repeating one of his three special words in between sobs. After he was all stitched up, he was released from the burrito and instantly stopped crying. In fact, he started saying hi (die) to all the staff, and even pointed at one lady who resembled Grandma Kay a little and said "rama!" He made a friend for life in her, and she gave her new grandson his first-ever popsicle and a stuffed cat to play with. From that point on, he alternated between licking the popsicle and "meowing" for everyone, until it was time to leave when he blew them all very red and sticky popsicle hand kisses. We walked out of the ER, through the lobby, and there was poor dad running into the hospital - he had frantically traveled from an off-site meeting by train and bus to try to make it there in time...alas, he will have to wait until the 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th - and who knows how many more - stitches that Colin will surely need in his lifetime. I will gladly let him take the lead for next ones - being the mom in the ER is NOT an experience I need to have again anytime soon. Needless to say, it was probably harder on me than him, as here he is back at home last night, all smiles and rummaging through the refrigerator looking for the Newman's dressing bottles that, as he sees it, have a picture of his Bumpa on them...
And finally, pictures from this morning. The only tough part was taking off the gauze pad and tape since it was sticking on pretty tight - as you can see from the red marks on his forehead. After that, we slapped on a bandaid and he was as good as new. He's back to being wild and crazy Colin Kruse, aka, Scarface.
VIDEOS!
When we got there, the staff took great care of us. We were checked in immediately and ushered to an "express" line. They replaced his bandaid with a gauze pad that had a numbing agent on it, and we were instructed to wait for 20 minutes to let the medicine take effect. Despite that the cut was quite a bit deeper and more "active" than the nurse thought it would be (again, gross), Colin took advantage of the free 20 minutes and made friends with every patient, nurse and doctor in the area. He greeted each person with a waive and a "hi!" (which actually sounds like "die!" when he says it...wonderful for a hospital setting). He was a hit! We also played hide and go seek under the waiting area chairs, sang songs, played a game of "stop! and go!" up and down the hallway, and then tug-of-war with a diaper...I was desperate, okay?? This is mid-tug-of-war...
What followed was definitely not picture worthy, although I can say that the little (big) guy was a champ. Probably the worst part for him was being secured to a hospital bed in what was essentially a velcro burrito (to keep him still). Second and third worst were most likely the numbing shot and then the sterile sheet (with a hole in it for the cut) that covered his face so he couldn't see me or anyone else anymore. Then the (disgusting) cleaning and stitching process began...memories I wish I didn't have, particularly since my little blond boy turned into a red head for about 15 minutes. He was wiggling and kicking as much as he could inside that burrito, and crying almost non-stop...ALMOST non-stop. If he took a break from wailing for a second to catch his breath, I was able to calm him down long enough to repeat only three words (I tried about 3 million) - dada, bumpa, and nana (banana). The doctor and nurses had never heard something so funny, and they started calling other staff members over to listen to this sad, hoarse little voice under the blue sterile sheet repeating one of his three special words in between sobs. After he was all stitched up, he was released from the burrito and instantly stopped crying. In fact, he started saying hi (die) to all the staff, and even pointed at one lady who resembled Grandma Kay a little and said "rama!" He made a friend for life in her, and she gave her new grandson his first-ever popsicle and a stuffed cat to play with. From that point on, he alternated between licking the popsicle and "meowing" for everyone, until it was time to leave when he blew them all very red and sticky popsicle hand kisses. We walked out of the ER, through the lobby, and there was poor dad running into the hospital - he had frantically traveled from an off-site meeting by train and bus to try to make it there in time...alas, he will have to wait until the 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th - and who knows how many more - stitches that Colin will surely need in his lifetime. I will gladly let him take the lead for next ones - being the mom in the ER is NOT an experience I need to have again anytime soon. Needless to say, it was probably harder on me than him, as here he is back at home last night, all smiles and rummaging through the refrigerator looking for the Newman's dressing bottles that, as he sees it, have a picture of his Bumpa on them...
And later that night being a total goofball, oblivious to his first 6 stitches or the gauze...
And finally, pictures from this morning. The only tough part was taking off the gauze pad and tape since it was sticking on pretty tight - as you can see from the red marks on his forehead. After that, we slapped on a bandaid and he was as good as new. He's back to being wild and crazy Colin Kruse, aka, Scarface.
VIDEOS!1. The first one is of Colin being a goofball after the hospital last night...
2. And some very wild fun Colin was having with Grandma Kay!
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