uh oh

today, panzer started saying "uh oh" on his own and in appropriate context, like when he drops something.

i am pretty sure this is of biological significance -- one of those things kids learn to do to be so cute that you don't mind that you haven't gotten a good night's sleep in 2 years.

samoa

today, panzer had his first girl scout cookie.

he put it on his finger, then left it on the floor when he discovered grapes on the counter.  good boy P, you can battle all the cute girl scouts later...

poop

today, panzer pooped in the bathtub.  luckily, there was no water in the tub, and he only stepped in one little chunk one time, making for relatively easy clean-up.

and by relatively easy, i am remembering when P was just a few weeks old and i was giving him a bath at home by myself -- back when he had big creamy poos.  in hindsight, i have no idea how i managed to clean up the little filthy infant (screaming once he left the bath water) or appropriately sanitize the little filthy tub by myself.  i don't even know where i set little filthy screaming panzer down after i got him out of the tub o' poo....

at any rate, lesson learned:  no standing up in the tub.

clear your nose

today, panzer let me put the bulb in his nose and suck a booger out.  in fact, it was his idea.

this gives me hope that some day i won't have to fight him to cut his toenails.

stats

today, panzer presented to the pediatrician for his 15 month check-up.  he weighs in at 26 1/2 pounds, is super tall at 33.0 inches long, and is otherwise a perfect cheerio-eating machine. 

teefs

today, panzer had his teeth checked out for the second time.

here, you can see he was more easily distracted by a toothbrush and flashlight at his first visit 6 months ago...

but his teeth look good!  and he has a bunch already -- 15!

banana giants

today, panzer learned to sign "banana" to me.  he apparently thinks about bananas a lot, but not how good they taste or how much he wants one, because he didn't actually eat any of the many bananas i offered to him.  (instead, he ate nothing but gummi worms while cheering on the giants.  superbowl = food holiday.)

none like it hot

today, panzer drank a little cup of hot sauce at the mexican restaurant when no one was looking.  his face turned bright red and he started screaming.

i shoved a finger full of sour cream into his mouth (at aaron's suggestion) and he recovered.  hopefully its uneventful coming out the other end...

can't touch this

panzer knows he is not supposed to touch the (many) remotes.  so today, panzer walked up to the remote in aaron's hand and slapped it.  then he crawled on the couch and laid down next to it, nuzzling it with his head.  i can almost hear him chanting "i'm not touching it, i'm not touching it!"

waft

a:  hey, guess what panzer just did?  he wafted himself.
k:  what!?
a:  yeah, he just farted and then waved his hand behind his butt and wafted it around.
k:  hee hee, why would he do that?
a:  probably because that's what you do when i'm not around.