Mondays with Crosby

At 11:24 am, Crosby Fox turned 1 year and 17 weeks old!!! His 79th week of life started out rough. As I was typing last Monday, the scene behind me looked like the picture above. Somebody had a fever of 103.3. It hung around for 48 hours or so before he was back to normal. Who knows what it was. Fortunately, it was short lived. But I will admit, we kind of like feverish Crosby. Feverish Crosby sits in your lap and cuddles. We kind of miss those days. Our little man doesn't have time for all of that anymore. You know, now that he is a big boy. Sigh... He has too much running around to do! On Wednesday, we kept thinking of things we should have done with Feverish Crosby. Like clip his nails. You know things that work better when he sits still. Oh well. Missed opportunity! Seriously, we are thankful it was nothing serious and he is back to his busy 'ole self.

I have a hard time keeping Crosby awake much past 11:00 on days we are stuck indoors. We had our share of meltdowns before 11:00. He doesn't understand why we can't play outside when it is cold and wet. He does not care that is cold and wet. He thinks we should go outdoors anyway. There is only so long he can sit and do this...

Who can blame him?? I am glad that this little boy still loves to read. Earlier in the week, he had a pile of books lying in the floor. I told him to "bring Dimity Duck to me" so I could read it to him. He looked through the pile, grabbed Dimity Duck and crawled up into my lap. Once we finished, he crawled out of my lap and got down off the couch. I said, "Get your truck book." He sorted through the pile until he found his truck book. Then he brought it over to me. Repeat with "animal book", "Goodnight Moon" and "Snuggle Puppy." I was pretty impressed with the little fella. It is so amazing to see just how much he is storing away in that head of his!

And it is a pretty cute head, if I do say so myself!!! Even when the focus is a little off...

Just when his toys were starting to get boring, my saving grace arrived. We could hear it coming. I love the look of "Is that what I think it is?????"

Followed by a little smirk of a face saying, "Yep! That IS what I think it is!!!!!!!!"

I snapped that picture and took of running. I snatched that boy up out of the floor and headed out the front door to catch this...

If you can't tell, Monday's are trash pickup days. Let's just say we are getting to know the 2 men who operate this PDQ truck! We are on the lookout for them every Monday between 10 and 11...
Oh, and when we hear them come up our street, it is intense...

I'm talking serious business for this little man...

There is no point in talking to him because he can't hear you. He is focused on one thing and it ain't me!!!

This boy LOVES him some trucks!!!I'll end with a little clip of our "conversation" earlier today. He is starting to have more and more of these every day. What I would give to know what he is saying. But I bet there are sometimes it is good for him that I DON'T know what he is trying to say...if you know what I mean!!!