The Ride Home

Our ride home in the evenings is always an interesting time. Jeremy and I (and Cooper, who can't drive ; ) carpool in together, so it is a nice time for us to all catch up on life and, specifically, the happenings of the day. We always get interesting insight into Cooper's mind during this time because, unlike every other waking moment of the day, he isn't running around in a million directions. He's stuck in his carseat with one choice -- talk to Mommy and Papa.

For example, Friday, he informed us that someone had bitten him at school. He said, "No No Emma. No biting." It took some prying from me ("Cooper, did Emma bite somebody at school today . . . did Emma bite you?") and some responses from Coop ("Emma bite you. No Emma, no bite you.") to realize that he was trying to tell me that Emma bit him at school. At first, I didn't really think that was true because Emma (as far as we thought) wasn't a biter. Then, sure enough, I looked down and he had a bite mark on his right leg. When Jeremy bathed him later that night, he found another bite mark on his back. That's right Emma, "No No. NO biting!"

Today, on the way home, we counted. Yes, I think it's awesome too that Cooper can count (well, sort of count). The conversation went something like this:

J: Hey Cooper, Count for us.

C: One, Two, Free, Fibe, Sick, Seben, Nine

(not too shabby)

A: Coop, let's start again. One

C: Two

A: Three

C: Fibe

A: No Coop, Four

C: Fibe, Sick, Seben

A: Four

C: Four

A: Five

C: Sick, Seben, Nine

A: Seven, EIGHT

C: Nine

A: Seven, Eight

C: Seben, Ate

A: Seven, Eight (repetition is key)

C: Seben, Ate

A: Good Cooper, Five, Six...

C: Seben, Nine

A: (reminding myself that he is just 21 months old and moving on . . . ) Good job Cooper!