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When we were headed into daycare on Friday, Colin decided that he needed to bring his doggie in with him. As I was grabbing it for him, he scavenged a purple ice cream scoop from the floor of the car (left there by Colin from a previous drumstick experience), and brought that in, too.

Headed through the lobby, we saw Ms. Carly. After she and I finished laughing about the scooper, she asked what Colin's dog is named. I said "he doesn't really have a name." Somehow she heard "Steve" from that...and now that has stuck.

So...add that to Colin's current french linguistic tendency. The last couple of weeks, it sounds like he has been adding "le" or "la" in front of his nouns. Things are le ball, le baba, le dawg, la mnah, etc.

And there you have....Steve Le Dog!

Finally got Colin's 18 month pictures....er, 21 month pictures....taken.

I ordered tons for people - expect to see them coming your way soon!





Colin enjoyed the paint cans, alternating between trying to create art with them and using them for drums. The stuffed dog in the beach photo was acquired while Cheri and the kids were visiting. I think it was leaving the store with him that day whether we paid for it or not, and it continues to be a favorite.

Those of you who have been around our dogs know how psychotic they can get. They will knock you over if excited enough. Many may also have witnessed the game they like to play called blue ball. (Get your mind out of the gutter - it's a game of catch down our hall using a raquetball.)

This morning one of the balls fell out of the cupboard, so Andy indulged the dogs and played a round with them while Colin was eating breakfast in his highchair. Apparently it was highly entertaining and elicited many giggles.

Later today, the ball got knocked down again. After the dogs played with it for a while, it was left unattended on the floor. Colin picked it up, went into the hallway, and threw it down the hall for them. And the psycho doggies went to fetch it...gently. The game went on for about 10 minutes. They would wait for Colin to throw the ball, scramble after it, take it to Daddy, who gave it back to Colin. Not once did they knock him over or snatch the ball out of his hand, despite the loud squeals of enjoyment emitting from the boy.

However, the game ended shortly after Colin got down on all fours and tried to imitate the dogs by picking up the ball in his mouth.

Sunday, Colin and I were looking at the flash cards Busia gave him for Christmas. I showed him the dog card and said "This is a dog. Doggies say woof woof woof." He responded "Awooowoowoo." It was such a good imitation of what I had said, Andy hadn't realized it was Colin.

Yesterday, while I was (attempting) to get his coat on, he pointed at Roney and said "Meow!"