Cailen's Obsessions

Cailen has a few obsessions. Now while there are quite a few I could list, I have pictures of two. Cars and diapers. Interesting bunch, I know. Without going into the retarded details (if you must know, I can tell you later), we own a '76 Corvette (Stingray). Well, we like half own it right now. Soon we won't own it. Again, not going into the details. But while we had it at our house, Cailen was THRILLED to drive it. I mean THRILLED. He loves to try to drive our cars and can tell you exactly the sound it makes ("vroom vroom"). He spots cars and makes the sound. He hears cars, he makes the sound. You ask him, he'll make the sound. He gets pretty mad once you put him by the steering wheel and then try to take him away. So this Corvette was sitting in our driveway and Mark took Cailen to see it. He put him in the passenger seat and walked around to the driver's side. By the time Mark had gotten around, Cailen had climbed over to the driver's seat and was climbing up to hold the steering wheel. He loved it! He even has this little Chevron car he got for his birthday that he gets mad at because he can't get in to drive it. Silly little boy.

On to the next obsession: diapers. Rather, this obsession is more about throwing away his diapers. He HAS to throw his diapers away. He seriously gets mad if you don't let him. He walks it over to his diaper genie, or the trash can some days, opens the lid, puts it in (we have to help him push it all the way in), occasionally waves bye-bye, then closes the lid. He loves to throw things away in general. Like his tissues. He loves that too. He even threw a dryer sheet in the toilet because he was trying to be helpful. Along those lines, he loves to flush the toilet and will also way bye-bye...Silly child. Back to the diapers. Just the other day I was working a shift at West Ridge Academy and we had to change his diaper. It was a stinky one and I didn't want to leave it for them to deal with, so I put it outside. Cailen saw the diaper sitting out there and ran to the window/door. He kept pointing, yelling, trying to get outside to get to the diaper. I thought maybe he'd forget after awhile, but he kept it up pretty darn good. Finally, we had to get the diaper and he promptly walked over to the trashcan and threw it away. Again, silly boy. Here are some pictures when his diaper genie was full and he "helped" me bring them over to the trashcan so we'd remember to throw the diaper "sausage," as it's been so lovingly dubed, away.