Update...sentences, slides, and stubbornness

Gone for a while again, was on call so no time for such frivolous activity as updating the blog.

However, Nolan's world has been just fine: days of parks and sunshine with Evadnie, and "helping" around the house, playing with Mommy and Daddy and cooking (he loves to get involved with supper- "schtirrr!"- loves to stir pots), eating noodles, cheese, potatoes, meat, and fruit (no, vegetables are not such a favorite- and in fact, vegtables may contaminate other foods that they touch).....

Utterances:
"THAT one!"- spying food, bottle, crayon or other object of desire.
"Boo Cue" - watch Blues Clues
"Shofel and pail" - characters on Boo Cue
"I'll do it" -yes he really says this

Anecdotes:
On the way back from the park last night we picked out a really nice rock (we pick out one rock per trip, and Nolan and I have similar tastes in rocks so we often confer about the appropriate choice). Rock in hand we strolled down the street with Daddy, stopping to hop up and down on a manhole cover. Tried to put rock down hole in top of the cover, didn't fit. It did fit in the storm drain though- Woops! Rock fell down. Expectant watching for rock to reappear, but nope...upset, questioning the loss of the nice blue rock, he looks wildy at me :"Rock??!!!" "It's all gone honey. It's gone, ummm, taking a bath." "Rock?? Rock? Get it!!" Pushing me towards the drain, as if I should somehow leap down the hole and get the rock. Parents apparently can do ANYTHING if they choose to....when I fail to obtain the rock, he falls about, wailing, a threatened total meltdown. " I know where it is!!" I say, remembering the next house down has gravelled bed along the side of the house...running ahead, I find a similar blue rock after concentrated searching. "There it is!"
And all is well in toddler land again.

He can climb ladders in the big kid playground right by our house, and scramble up to the slide, and will go down again and again. Lately, he has developed a weird fondness for hanging from monkey bars, handholds and horizontal tree branches. You just hook his hands over the bar and he...hangs. Until his babyhands give out, and then you catch him. He laughs and laughs. Very weird, to see your child hanging from a tree like a cute babyfruit of some kind.

S'all for now, I'm at work.