Rock Star Cowboy, MD

He woke me up this morning asking me if I was sick. I told him I was a bit, and he said "I go get my doctor bag, and I can make you feel all better." He trotted off and quickly returned with his stethoscope. He put it on(correctly) and listened to my chest and my stomach and then said "now, you are all better; wait, I need to check your ears." He came back in a moment later with a blood pressure cuff and said "I am going to blow your arm up" and proceeded to take my blood pressure. Then he left and came back with his otoscope and said "I need to check your ears" and climbed up beside me, kneeled by my head, and looked in my ears. He exclaimed "oh, no! You have sprinkles in your ears! I need to give you a shot!" and left to find his toy syringe, which he shortly returned with and jabbed me in my ankle bone (definitely my preferred place to receive injections). He then proclaimed "I am Doctor Dennis, to the rescue" and ran off to some other part of the house.

We played Cowboys and Rocking Horses today, with me riding the larger one and him on the shorter one (his was the one that neighs and makes galloping noises while tossing its head and tail). We wore cowboy hats, though mine looked a good bit like a park ranger hat (especially with it reading "Great Smoky Mountains" across the base), and we lassoed our steeds with mardi gras beads (hey, they were handy) and talked a lot about cowboy things. He called me partner and we yelled "yee hah" many times--great fun.

Tonight he was back on the guitar, strumming for all he was worth, singing the alphabet song. All of a sudden, he strummed a few 'chords' and then stopped to yell "Rock and Roll! OH YEAH!" and then began playing harder. This may be the most hilarious thing I've seen and heard him do so far this year. I wanted to howl with laughter but didn't want to offend my little rock star, so I yelled along with him and then begged him to let me record him doing that (and he did). I have NO idea where he learned about rock and roll. It's got to be the PBS. I'm still on the fence about whether watching TV is good or bad for him, but when he watches, he surprises me with the greatest moments like these. Now if only I can convince him that rock stars (yes, he told me "I'm a ROCK STAR" tonight) use the toilet, we'll be good to go for potty training.