When Daddy took Maxon up to the mountains last week for another ski lesson, I thought that Cooper should get in on the fun too. There is a local gym called Shredders where they teach kids the fundamentals of skiing but in an indoor setting. They start taking kids at Cooper’s age (and younger) and put real ski boots and skis on them and have them work on moving around independently. Unfortunately, for us, our progress ended before they could get Cooper in ski boots. They had taken him to the back room to fit him for equipment and shortly after, I could hear his wails and hacking coughs from across the building. Since they had said they preferred the parents to stay in the front, I anxiously stood in the parent area waiting to be beckoned. There was no beckon. However, there was a certain little long-lashed boy that had apparently broken free from the back room and sped across the instruction floor directly into my arms. Yes, that was fun while it lasted.
Determined to get a little more out of the experience, and also to not let the instructors off the hook so quickly, I calmed Cooper down and asked if he would just like to watch the other kids ski and he agreed. I sat in that mysterious back room with Cooper and one other little boy that we actually knew from daycare a while back that also did not seem to be so sure of today’s experience. The other kids had their boots and skis on and were practicing waddling around and playing with playground balls. After a few minutes, I asked Cooper if we could just put on the ski boots but still just sit at our seats. He acquiesced. The other little boy already had his ski boots on but that’s where his progressed stopped. A few more minutes passed. I asked if we could get his skis on boots but still just sit at our seats. Again, he acquiesced, but even better, cracked a smile when he realized his skis made his feet slippery like ice skates. The other little boy was also convinced to try his skis. Success! As the other kids filed out of the back room into the main instruction area, Cooper finally found his confidence and started walking around the room to chase after the playground balls.
A few minutes later, as Cooper was trying to tell me he was all done now, I convinced him to at least walk out to the main area so we could sit there to watch the other kids. The other kids were working on side-stepping up a mini-hill and slowly sliding down the other side. That piqued Cooper’s interest and off he went to stand in line to wait his turn. As he got to the top and managed his way down with a huge grin, I could tell that we now have another skier in the family. Welcome to the club, Coops!
Ah, yes. The curse of a winter birthday runs through this whole family. We’ve had some luck planning outdoor-oriented parties with decent weather but we were not so fortunate this year. After a very warm start to the month, the week preceding Cooper’s birthday party was filled with snow and bone-chilling temperatures that ensured that the snow wouldn’t go anywhere. Luckily, we decided to deviate from our usual party script of letting the kids run rampant in the backyard to hiring the music teacher from their school to entertain the kids (and the adults!). Despite the fresh 15 inches of powder that dropped over the weekend, we had a great turnout, thanks to our wonderful and hardy Boulder friends.
Cooper’s birthday cake. Frosting fail = birthday glaze!
A gluten-full, eggy, milky cake for everyone else!
The Music Man getting started
As for the birthday boy himself, he is definitely not one to let weather or inconvenience get in his way either. While slight in build, he is big in everything else. The smiles are from ear to ear and ready to unleash on anyone. He can be on the brink of laughter at any moment, yet the tantrums can come on quick and loud and the disappears quickly with the slightest distraction. The dinner plate is refilled and emptied. He wants to do everything himself and is determined to do anything that Maxon does. His imaginary world is big, too. Although Halloween is long past, he insists on wearing his puppy costume often, although he experiments with being other animals that require petting. His Matchbox cars and Sodor’s finest tank engines have running commentary. One of his favorite games is to build houses and stations for his animals and trucks.
To our dismay, potty training came to a crashing halt and then a severe rewind since our breakthrough in January. We all but gave up for a good month but he’s started to show some interest and confidence again since he’s figured out how to pee standing up so hopefully we can hop right back on that potty train. It’s not a question of “does he know how?”, but more “does he feel like it?”
The coolest development I’ve seen in recent weeks is his writing skill. And please know I am referring to a toddler’s version of “writing.” He has more of a vision of what he wants to create and is able to put it to paper, even if it’s not quite in the right order. Here are some of my favorite creations:
His interpretation of a “P” and an “R” fascinate me. Sorry, Daddy–did you need what was on that whiteboard?
“Look, Mommy! I’m coloring in the lines!”
Eyes, arms, legs. Just put those anywhere.
I know we have a big year ahead of us with this cool little dude. I can’t wait to see what comes next!
…he will build you a Dean Dome. Finally, a game that doesn’t come with a billion pieces to lose or step on!
Preparing for free throws have gotten elaborate.
Practicing some defensive moves.
And when a little monkey brother sees and he also wants to do, you try to give him his own space.
Maxon assigning hoops
Maxon has also come up with some snazzy names for the people on his basketball team. He’s even named those that are on the opposing team and some have specific positions. Generally, these are one-and-done players but some have had some significant time on the court. Here is the list as of today (spelled phonetically; Maxon didn’t specify spelling):
Harold Mirage (plays for Louisville)
White Brown (plays for Georgia Tech. Usually assigned to Daddy)
Sallin Michael (call him “Sal”)
Crist Bonner (plays for Louisville. No relation to Fist, curiously)
Kyle Blake (plays for NC State)
Cobb Cabber (plays for Georgia Tech)
Miles Calisto (on the bench)
Scott Stillman (plays for New York)
Earthorn Marson (plays for Lousiville)
Junior Cactus (plays for Michigan State)
Rattle Justin (plays for Stanford)