Poor baby, he got sick for the very first time last night. Right as we were going in to check on him before bed, he started crying for me, and then clung to me. A couple hours later, I went in and he had thrown up. I think it scared him (as I suppose it would for the first time). I called for Troy, we cleaned him up and put him back to bed. Then another couple of hours later, he was sick again.

This morning he was fine. No appetite, but acting normally at least. All he seems to want is his milk. I feel so badly for him.

Then, my hand sanitizer blew up all over my phone, so I ended up getting a new Droid. I have had fun playing with it so far. Cole won't let me take a picture of him while he is watching his Thomas movie. Too distracting!

Oh wow...

I can't believe I have neglected this for so long. Life just gets in the way of writing about it, which is a shame... things get forgotten so easily.

Cole is now a crazy, happy, wonderful 2 year old. He looks just like me in the face, and in the body is all daddy. He is obsessed with Thomas and Cars. He would play with trains every second of every day if he could.

Since we are going to St. Thomas in April, I have been trying to shed the last few stubborn pounds, and I have instituted a nightly dance hour with Cole. His idea of dance is for me to pick him up and swing him around on my shoulders.

Cole officially started preschool last week. He goes to the same preschool I went to, the director is the same woman, and the teacher who had me is his teacher. Strange, right? He is having a blast. They do little art projects, and have song and story time. He has 6 or 7 little ones to play with. The best part? When I go to pick him up in the evening! He sees me, shouts "MOMMY!" and runs straight into my arms. What a wonderful gift!

Oh! And we are officially potty training! He only does #1 right now, but I am keeping my fingers crossed for a complete transition soon. I am really freakin tired of diapers.