Angry Bird Star Wars Ultimate Battle

For about two and a half years Drew has been obsessed with Angry Birds, and then last Fall Angry Bird Star Wars came out.  That has taken his obsession to an all new level.  With much of his Birthday money this year, Drew has collected various Angry Bird Star Wars figures and games - it is his personal mission to beat out Evan from EvanTubeHD for the most characters.  For those that didn't know there is now an Angry Birds Star Wars II app, in which you can "teleport" your characters into the app.  He loves it!

So feeling guilty for neglecting Drew during baseball playoffs generous, Dave assembled every single Angry Bird set for Drew to knock down the pieces.  I'm talking maybe 10 sets!

Drew of course had to line up the correct figures that should knock down each "building".  While it no doubt took about an hour to build all of it, Drew smashed through them within 15 minutes.

He loved it though!  He is forever asking Dave to do it again. 

Surgery & Nightmares

For the couple of weeks Drew has gotten rather attached to two babies.  One is no stranger - Dodger Dog, and the other comes out from time-to-time, Baby.

Last week, Drew really started having some night terrors.  He would wake up in the middle of the night crying for Mommy or Daddy.  One night he said he saw a man in his room - of course that was my shift and it freaked me out a bit... I calmly told him only Mommy & Drew were in his room (I admit to peeking outside his window and over toward his closet).  I then laid with him and slept with him for the remainder of the night.

Then when he woke up that morning he proceeded to tell Dave to kids were at the side of his bed.  Could Drew be seeing ghosts?  Or is it an overactive imagination?

And to top it all off, Dodger Dog accidentally went for a swim courtesy Daddy.  See Dodger Dog got lost in Drew's laundry, and when Daddy was helping Dodger Dog got a bath.  Problem was it made Dodger Dog's bark go off randomly for no reason - it used to only go off if you gave his belly a squeeze.  But this pooch had it out for Drew and would only randomly bark at night just as Drew was about to fall asleep.  You can imagine how much that freaks a two-year old out!

Well after a few torturous weeks of this and a few attempts to keep him quiet (the anti-bark collar and the doghouse) I finally put Dodger Dog under the knife.  Yes I ripped him open from the rear and pulled the little contraption out.  After sewing him back up, he was safe in the arms of his master - and slept peacefully.  Everyone is now living happily ever after.

Sizing it Up

Talk about cheap thrills!  Drew found the measuring tape in my bedroom this weekend, and he's decided it's his new favorite toy.

I mean he spent hours in our room, just watching the numbers slide through his hand.  First forward, then backward.  Then he decided he wanted Daddy to play doggy with him.

Play doggy?

Yeah, that means Daddy runs through the house wagging the measuring tape back and forth while Drew crawls chasing after it.

Oh my, I think my child's a little odd.

Mr. Fix-It

Drew is striving to be like his GrampC, and become a Mr. Fix-It.  That's thanks in part to his Grandparents who got him a tool bench for Christmas.  It was a bit belated since the original unit was broken when we tried to assemble it.

On Sunday we put this one together - and man talk about a hit!

 

He sat there for a good chunk of time investigating all the tools and their purpose.  Changing out the bits for the drill.  Yeah, he's a man when it comes to his tools....

Doesn't that face make you want him to come to your house to hang pictures?  Um - NOT!

And then Dave taught him how to use the hammer.  He became quite good at hammering things in, and then removing the "nails".  Check out the face of concentration when it comes to hammering...

I'd say this was a hit!  Now to do some home repairs with GrampC.

Sunday Randomness

We're having a wonderful time visiting with Tata & Abuela in Los Angeles. I'll have updates on the trip later this week. However, I figured I'd share a few pictures taken over the past week and a half.

Drew is really into going to play outside. When we go out back he really enjoys playing with the sidewalk chalk. Sometimes he draws, but more likely you'll spot him rolling the chalk back and forth.

This past week while Drew was sick with a raging fever he spent much of his time simply in his diaper. Anything to cool him off. At one point on Wednesday (the day we saw that 105-degree fever) I found him hiding alongside the TV.


Quite an odd place to play with your toys.. perhaps the fever made him do it?

Speaking of fevers, today is the first day since last Sunday he has been 100% fever-free! Yay. He's still a little hoarse, has a cough that won't quit, and talks like his throat still hurts. But his appetite is definitely back and the fevers are gone. What more could a mother want?

Introducing "Baby"

Let's introduce you to Drew's new friend - Baby. That's right the Prayer Bear that Drew's clinging to in his crib, is who he calls "Baby".

Gone are the days of Dodger Dog - mostly because Drew hasn't spotted him in his collection of toys. Right now Drew loves toys that talk to him when he squeezes or hugs them. Prayer Bear - a.k.a. Baby - says 4 separate prayers when you squeeze his paws.

Baby came to us as a gift from a member of our congregation when Drew was Baptized about a year-and-a-half ago. He's always been a hit, but only recently has he become quite the lovey. In fact he had to make the weekend trip to Grammy & GrampC's. I'm told he brought some giggles in the car ride from our house to theirs.

For the record, yes Drew named him Baby. He's very into naming things lately. In fact we have a school bus puzzle that was handed down to us - and one of the pieces has a blond boy sitting at the bus window. Drew has named him Ernie. He brings us the puzzle piece and says Ernie - every time.

Since then we've named the piece with a girl in it Jill - and the little African American boy has had names Bill & Fred. But nothing's stuck there. Not the way our little Ernie or Baby have stuck.