Dinosaur Butts

James love his new dinosaur so much he even sleeps like it.

His Father's Son

Please excuse the quality. These prime "Prom Night Humiliation" photos were taken on my phone.


James trying to count to five with me. He got one, three, and five. Not sure what happened to two and four.

Christmas Card Photos

My mom came over yesterday (thanks again, Mom!) to take pictures of us for our Christmas card. These are my 2 favorites, and my favorite failed attempt, as well as the "card" as designed by yours truly.

Proof that we are truly Kolakowskis:

And of course, our finished card:

And So Begins the Potty Training...

James picked out a frog potty chair today. He has a little seat that fits on the big toilet but he isn't very comfortable on there, as much as he likes to "sit potty," so it seemed that the time was right. Well, first of all, James loves to sit on his potty. With pants, without pants, it's all cool to him. This evening after Chris got home from work, James was showing off his new "frog! potty!" and told Daddy that he wanted to sit on it. While enjoying his throne, James christened his potty by peeing in it! He then proceeded to drop one of his cars in the potty. At least it was only pee, and the car is washable.

Our little boy is growing up!

Yeah...I know, I'm such a mom.

Apparently Baby Gates Taste Good, and Other Stories

James was standing in front of the gate we have across the dining room, looking at the Christmas tree and licking the baby gate. I told him that he shouldn't lick the baby gate, because it's gross, and he said "eeeew" in agreement. He then opened his mouth really wide and sucked on the gate, and said "Mmmm, good!"

While I was making dinner, James was hanging out in the kitchen. At one point, he walked very deliberately across the room, laid down carefully on his belly, and said "Woah, fall!" When I started laughing, he proceeded to "fall" all over the kitchen, and at some point just started pushing himself around the floor on his belly.

We took Athena out to check the mail with us, and when she was looking around for bunnies after she was done peeing James asked what she was doing ("Fee? Look?") and I explained that she was searching for bunnies, but that the bunnies all were in their houses at night. James took the flashlight and started looking for bunny houses ("Light, look munny house.") I finally convinced him we should go inside because it was cold and dark out, and he tried to go back out the door with the flashlight to "look munny house" without me. The boy was appeased when I suggested making a house for one of his stuffed animal bunnies, so we now have a "munny house" under our coffee table. Not that this has stopped James from wanting to look for bunny houses every time we go outside.

Toddlers are weird.

James and the Christmas Tree

James seems to think that the ornaments are toys. Well, he doesn't seem to think that, he does think that. He keeps going over and holding them in his hands and saying "TOY!" and then making them dance, rock, or move in some other way appropriate to their design. He loves his own ornament, because it's a boy wearing a hat on a rocking horse ("Boy! Horse! Hat! Wheeee!") and it rocks because it's a rocking horse. That the tree has lights seems to be a bonus. He also really likes the "Advent calendar" (a string of Hershey's kisses separated by ribbons, so we can unwrap one at a time) from his daycare lady, Shelley. Mainly he likes the chocolate that he gets after dinner ("Mmmm, chock!").