remembering...

So, There are some things I want to remember about Edgar.  This blog is going to be more of his journal than anything else.

He is a stubborn ornery bum, but he is a big softy.  When he hurts someone, he just wilts.  He doesn't mean to, but if he makes gus yelp or makes me say 'ouch' it is the saddest day ever.  He just sobs and cries. 

The other day he was eating something he had found on the floor.  It happens.  So I fished it out only to find he was eating a MILLIPEDE.  Gross Edgar, gross. 

Today he wanted some Goldfish.  I thought the bag was closed, but he got it open and spilled fish everywhere!  I gasped in surprise a little bit and he thought he was in big ol' trouble.  he started scooping scooping them back into the bag.  He knew that's where they were supposed to be, but I didn't know until today that he even knew how to put things BACK where they were supposed to be. 

Edgar loves music. He dances to the credits of movies and TV shows.  He also loves stories.  LOVES.  If he's quiet the first place I go look is the corner by hte rocking chair.  He loves his animal encyclopedia, which Robert would like to remind the world it was his idea to get the encyclopedia.  He can say "moo" and "woof woof woof" but his favorite is "rawr."  Everything says rawr from trees to giraffes.  He really likes to look at the fish. 

Edgar loves water.  In cups, in the humidifier, in gus's bowl.  He hangs over the side of the tub when I shower.  The other day he climbed right in with Robert.  Fell right in, clothes and everything.  And oh man, if he wants in he lets you know it.  We took him to the pool yesterday, and he played and played and played.  Those six inches of water were the best time of his life.  He went ahead and dunked himself a few times, but he wasn't phased.  not one bit. 

He lives for outside.  He points to trees, barks at every dog, and asks to get down into the grass.  Last night we went to eat tinfoil dinners up the canyon.  There was a creek and with him loving water so much and being so fast, I didn't want to take any chances.  I strapped him into his carseat for the whole time, and he was so happy to be outside that he didn't whine one bit.

His favorite place to play is on the couch.  He can climb up and down from it pretty well.  He just goes back and forth: belly flopping, head butting the armrests, and sitting on gus.  He loves cars best of all.  Yesterday he was putting doorknobs into his dump truck.

I really love this boy and I can't believe he will be a year old NEXT MONTH!