Cool

"Cool." It was one of my son's first words, and he used to use it in the context of, say, when his uncles showed him a frog or when a motorcycle would go speeding by. Now, it is reserved for one thing, and one thing only: The digger.

The digger is no longer the digger; it now goes only by "cool."

We got the big dude this digger for his first birthday, and he had been a little bit intimidated by its size up until a week ago. Now, he's obsessed with it, and I'm worried he's going to break his neck every second. Yes, I did walk into the playroom today and find him standing on the cool. Nearly had a heart attack.

He wants to ride it all the time, and push all the buttons, and move the digger claw up and down. He's in little boy heaven, and it is just about the cutest thing in the world (that, and the fact that now he makes car noises when he plays with his toy cars--be still my heart!).

Right when we walk in the door, he starts in with, "Cool! Cool! Cool! Cool!" When we are in the playroom, "Cool! Cool! Cool! Cool!" Over. And over. And over. You would think it was the only word the boy knew! :)

But you have to admit, he does look pretty cool on it. :)