a list about Peter

1.  From the time I was about 8, till oh, say, college, my sisters and I were not allowed to have drinks at the dinner table.  I spilled my drink just about every night until my mother put this law in place.

In my defense, I might add that my parents used a giant wooden utility spool as their dining table for much of my childhood.  One of my earliest memories is my parents rolling the spool across the street into the our house when we moved.  Giant utility spools have a number of large holes in them so they can be hung in an industrial setting.  Cover all those holes with a tablecloth, voila, its sort of like playing whack-a-mole in reverse when you put your cup down.  I hardly think I can be blamed for the large number of spillage incidents every evening, when every move carried a fifty-fifty chance I would put my cup down a tablecloth-covered hole in the table. 

I am beginning to understand why my mother instituted the no drink rule, however.  Peter spills his drink every single time he is at the table.  I shouldn't say spill.  I guess "deliberately pours his drink out onto the table" is a more accurate term. I have limited the amount in his cup to under an inch at a time, but he pours it out regardless, and will pour out other people's drinks if not watched closely. The speech therapist has strongly advised against using sippy cups anymore, so I guess Peter is just going to have to wait until after dinner to have a drink if he wants one. 

2.  I have also halted Operation Sans Pants.  This kid could care less about going to the potty.  Taking his pants off does not help him to remember to use the potty, or make it easier for him to use the potty.  No, taking his pants off merely makes Peter more likely to crap on the floor.  He will promptly let me know he has pooped on the floor, but has no inclination to let me know he needs to use the potty.  I give up.  He is never going to preschool and will be at home forever.

3. I didn't say it would a long list.  Here, how about some pictures?

My sweet little man.

I have no idea how he sleeps with so much stuff in his crib.



He is NOT kissing that hand.



He eats his weight in Ritz crackers.