Did Billay Bob come back for his leg?

Garrett was carrying around a shoe for the rest of the day, as if it would save his life. The next day as I told my mom this story Garrett over heard and began putting all the shoes in the spot where I killed the roach. He built a shrine to the villainous roach with the weapon that killed it. My favorite part of the video is the end, where Garrett is hiding under the table. He actually stayed there awhile after the slaying. Sorry the video narration isn't very good, I was still on an adrenaline rush.

To the Batcave!

I'M NOT TIRED!

"I'm not tired! I won't go to sleep! No nap!" Garrett would have yelled all these things at me in baby jibberish if he could, for about 25 minutes. I finally figured that maybe he's just hungry, so he wolfed down a snack in like 2 minutes and about 2 minutes after that the eyes began to droop.

And about 30 seconds after that...going... going...

Gone.
Passed out in his high chair. Too bad he wasn't tired.

Garrett dresses himself

So Garrett had on his pj's and I asked him to get dressed and this is what he came back to me as. That's the shirt I wanted him to put on...around his waist. His body is through the neck whole. It's actually bunched around his bottom in the back so he appears to have a large rumpas. And those are Brad's socks on Garrett's feet. That's a common occurrence for Garrett. He LOVES to dress up in anything of Brad's. It's getting to the point where I have to hide the dirty laundry to keep Garrett out of it.

A few photos

Garrett and his hero. Brad and his favorite playmate. These two have too much fun together. So much that they exhaust one another.

"Do your cheeks hang low? Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow?" Those cheeks are the first thing everyone comments on. What can we say, Garrett gets it honest from Brad's side and mine.

This picture was actually from Easter time but it occurred to me that not everyone saw it. I think the ears balance out the cheeks.

Garrett's having a spiritual experience here. God is telling him that he does, in fact, have to stay with us for several more years and will, in all likelihood, probably take on a lot of our traits. That's why Garrett looks concerned, as though he was smiling at first to see God, then he received the bad news and now that smile is fading.

Toddler for Sale! One whining, crying, picky Toddler for Sale! (Free to good home?)

I think Garrett is trying to get back at us for making him sleep in the walk in closet. That’s right, we put his pack’n’play in the walk in closet. It’s big, it’s dark, cool, and quiet in the closet of our one bedroom apartment. So that’s where we put him. He sleeps better in there…and I sleep better with him in there, than if he slept anywhere else.

He’s only been sleeping in a closet since we arrived here in the armpit of the US, aka South Texas, last week. Oddly enough that’s also about the time he decided he can make his own decisions.

He won’t eat what I want him to. He only wants to eat cheese and junk food. Not even fruit, unless it’s watermelon. But he can’t have watermelon a lot because it causes him to break out in tiny red spots around his mouth and on his bum. He loves macaroni and cheese so I’ve been sneaking carrots in. If I feed it to him he’ll eat it, but when I don’t spoon feed him he’ll pick out the carrots and just eat the noodles. I tried it with broccoli yesterday and that was a no go. I tried it again today though and he chewed on a piece of broccoli for about 20 seconds before throwing it of the floor. He’ll eat cheetos, cereal, candy, cake, cheese, chips, watermelon, ice cream and anything else unhealthy…and that’s it. So he’s going hungry. I’m gonna starve him out.

Garrett has also begun to growl at me. You heard me. An actual growl when he’s upset. Who does that?! If he would talk I’m sure we could find a better way for him to express himself and we could understand each other. Brad’s convinced his just stubborn. Example: As we’re getting out of the car the other day I asked Garrett if he wanted his balloon. “Balloon?” crystal clear came from his mouth. “Yes! Balloon! That’s right! Say it again?” All I got was jibber jabber. “What do you want, Garrett?” Nothing. “What’s this called?” pointing to the balloon. More jibber jabber but this time with the attitude of “I know you’re smarter than this, Mom. Did I stutter? I’m not saying it twice. Get it together woman!” Maybe it’s better than he can’t talk though. He’d probably chew me out for making him sleep in the closet.

In other news our AC keeps breaking. Yup, in our 102 degree Texas heat and humidity the cooling system has broken three times in one week. It’s hard not to miss Colorado at those moments. Especially when I see that the temp is 60 in Golden…OUT SIDE and it’s 87 for me INSIDE.