you kept driving?!

During the same visit with Grandma Hazel, Auntie Em mentioned to her Dad that she thought there was something "hanging down from the bottom of her car". That was our Dad's cue to figure out and fix what was wrong.

Grandpa Terry got down on the pavement and started to survey the damage. Trey thought he better take a look, so he put one hand on the front of Auntie Em's car and bent down at the waist to really get a good look. Well, he couldn't quite see everything he wanted from that vantage point so Trey proceeded to lay down on the ground, just like Grandpa Terry and look under the car.

After taking a good look, Trey grew tired of Grandpa Terry's attention on the car and not him. He began to growl at his Grandpa and throw himself on his Grandpa in a not so veiled attempt to direct the attention away from Auntie Em's car issue and back onto him.

Dad of course fixed the car and got back to playing with the Dude.

it was a drive by fruiting!

It's another guess that movie post-title! I don't know where this affection for titling posts after random movies from my childhood came from. Deal because you love me, aight?



This weekend Trey's Auntie Em brought Great-Grandma Hazel up for a visit. Grandma Li and Grandpa Terry were also at our house for this visit. Blinn, Trey and I were outside raking up pine cones and pine needles in the front yard when his Grandma and Grandpa pulled up. They walked over to where we were raking and Trey smiled at them and looked them up and down for a bit.



After he was done checking them out, he started walking towards his Grandma with his hands outstretched. Behind Grandma Li stood Grandpa Terry quietly watching. Blinn and I would later say how happy we both were that he was headed right towards his Grandma as it is a well known fact that he and his Grandpa Terry are BFF. Grandma Li bent over to pick him up and said "well hello sweetie". As Trey approached and realized what Grandma was doing, he pointed his chubby finger beyond his Grandma and picked up the pace. He flew past his Grandma Li as only a toddling 13 month old can do and kept pointing that little finger right. at. his. grandpa.



So close, yet so far Grammie.

don't talk about me like I'm not here!

Name that movie Em & Liz!!

This morning Blinn and I were having some coffee at the kitchen table while Trey was enjoying some peanut butter & jelly toast, apples and strawberries. I had mentioned Trey's name and suddenly Blinn said "Yeah! You're Trey" and he was promptly rewarded with one of Trey's smiles. The Dude had heard us talking about him and was pointing at himself!

it's going to be alright

Trey's wonderful daycare lady Dee Dee relayed this precious story to us last week:

Trey has a friend at daycare named Ava. Ava is 3 and calls Trey "her baby". Ava kisses Trey, held his hand when he was first walking, sits by him at all meals, and provides general 3 year-old mothering to our boy.

Last week Ava was placed in time out by Dee Dee and apparently had quite a fit about it. As Ava was screaming in a corner, Dee Dee said that Trey got up, walked over to Ava, sat down in her lap, gave her a hug and put his head down on her. Trey's loving gesture did not go unnoticed by Miss Ava. She calmed down until Trey was removed from her lap by Dee Dee.

You don't get "your baby" at time out.

catering to the chief

We had just arrived home from a wonderful Saturday-Sunday at Trey's grandparents house in Davenport. I was exiting the car with Gus on a leash and gathering some of our bags from the back seat while Blinn was getting Trey out of his car seat and getting some bags as well. Blinn carried Trey to the edge of the sidewalk and set him down to walk the rest of the way to the house. I was halfway down the walk with Gus encouraging Trey to walk towards me.

Trey refused to move from the edge of the sidewalk. It was as if he was standing in a pile of cement. He was making his whiny-grunt sound and pointing towards me.

Mommie to Daddy: Do you know what he wants?

Daddy to Mommie: No clue.

Mommie to Daddy: Do you think he wants Gus' leash?

Mommie walks over and hands Trey the leash (with Gus still attached of course).

Daddy to Mommie: That is exactly what he wants.

The Dude needed to be in charge of getting Gus back into the house. As soon as the leash was in Trey's hand, we received one of his trademarked grins and all was right with the world. He proceeded to walk Gus back into the house and he continued to walk Gus around the house when we got inside.

God Bless Gus.

later mom and dad

After changing his second poopy diaper of the morning (this has become the norm, The Dude likes to eat!) we were looking though his drawers to find some clothes for the day. I gave him a pair of sandals to play with while I picked out the perfect outfit, and before I could pull out a pair of jeans, Trey was off! He had one sandal in each hand and was walking towards his Dad saying "oooes oooes!" (shoes). Once he saw his Dad, he plopped down on the ground and began to put his shoes up to his feet and said "Go".

Guess it was time for daycare.

rise and shine

Trey had woke up at 4:30 and that was just a little too early for his mom and dad, so we brought him into bed with us. While I was getting ready in the bathroom, Trey and his Daddy were catching a few extra zzz's. As I was applying my 2nd coat of mascara, I heard "Mommie you better come see what Trey did". So I opened the bedroom door to see Trey smiling and standing up next to our bed. His Dad informed me that he had gotten out of bed and then stood and watched as Trey rolled to his tummy, scooted backwards, and carefully let his legs dangle over the edge of the bed until they touched ground. The Dude has mastered getting out of bed. Thank goodness he still naps in his crib.