Well, I couldn’t decide my first off, so … well …
1) Apologies in advance. Every single picture in this post came from my cell phone. You’ll understand later.
2) I’ve been gone a long time. In fact, this might be the longest I’ve been gone from my blog since starting it in 2007. I’ve missed it, but been “stuck.” I hope to be back and posting funny. Because I have a lot of funny going on around here these days. I hope you haven’t given up on me and will keep reading!
As it turns out, I have a billy goat on my hands. It started out with just a little bit of climbing. One day I walked into his room and found him sitting in the glider
rocking it so hard he was crashing it into the wall reading a book. I was so shocked, I didn’t take a picture. But he also loves to climb his chair.
appropriate, harmless climbing
Then it was the ottoman (including a jump to the chair belonging to said ottoman).
pushing the limits a bit, but a kid's gotta learn
Then it was the music table.
i make better music this way, mommy
And sometimes the coffee table. Only once it was the kitchen table…through his pile of chili over a baked potato. And tonight he took it to a whole new level. I’m of the camp that if after a few firm “no’s” that if your child does not steer clear of the dangerous activity, you do your best to scare the pants off them about said dangerous activity (this should play out real well in about 15 years, right?). He simply cannot be scared by the stovetop. He thinks it’s great. My attempt at scaring him into staying off the stovetop today resulted in a few tears. Then some straight up laughing and a return trip to the stove.
(note: the next four pictures were taken within a 70 minute span)
yep. you scared the pants off me mama. but it didn't work.
Once dinner was over, he returned to the scene of the many crimes committed (so.much.food.on.the.floor) and climbed all over his high chair.
i like being tall!
And then, when we are ready for bed and reading books in his room, he became obsessed with the frog humidifier. So he pulled out his parking garage to get a little lift up there.
i need to see why you let the frog smoke in my room
And of course, we need to look behind the glider to see what’s back there. I mean, why look behind it while on the floor. Let’s stand on the chair, let it recline all the way and rock it so we can REALLY see what’s going on back there.
what kind of crazy loud machine lives behind my rocker?
So you can see why I’ve not been blogging as of late. I’ve been chasing this maniac around my house non stop for a couple of months. Also the reason for only cell phone pics. If I move to find a camera, he just might die. Kidding. Kind of. This kid is full of amazing amounts of energy and is just so darn curious. It’s amazing. And exhausting. And we’re just getting started.
In other news, he’s really been walking at home. In public, he doesn’t really care for it. He’ll stand there for a long time before dropping to his knees and crawling. Maybe it’s the chunky shoes? Soft shoes are just not warm enough for these cold fall days.
i'll outlast you in this cold, mom. i will.
He loves accessories. Mommy’s sunglasses. Mommy’s hat. Mommy’s earrings. Mommy’s nose. Yeah. All of it.
he wears his sunglasses at night. but it's really day. but dark. crazy seattle.
His sleep has improved. We still have some inconsistent nights and naps are still a total crapshoot, but I took this below picture at 7:32 one morning and the flash didn’t even wake him! Can I get a wha wha?!
who said: the sweetest child is a sleeping child?
He’s obsessed with his daddy. If he thinks dad is downstairs getting ready for work he sits there peeking under the door forever. If he knows he is in the office he throws his whole body against the door while yelling at the top of his lungs until daddy comes out. There is no deterring him from this.
dada. dada. dada. dada. dada.
HE’S NOT AFRAID OF THE BATH ANYMORE!!!! In fact, he insists on a bath every night these days. Tonight, (between high chair climbing and frog obsessing) we were doing NBT (naked bootie time) and he crawled to the bathroom and banged on the door hollering at me until I let him in and started the bath.
splash splash splash!
His favorite phrase is: leeko leeko leeko! No clue what it means, but boy does he love to say it. His favorite song is e-i-e-i-o.
He points at everything.
He could live on black beans and black beans alone if I would let him.
He prefers his food with a little kick. No habaneros yet, but he likes a lot of flavor (mama ate some seriously spicy food while pregnant).
He cracks himself up on a regular basis.
He loves to entertain himself in the mirror. He lifts up his shirt immediately to show off his belly button. Then he sticks his tongue out. Then he tries to close his eyes to see if his buddy is still looking at him. It’s pure awesome. I’ve yet to succeed getting it on film though. The camera comes out and the true action stops.
The merry-go-round is his favorite. He will sit on it while the big kids spin it, and lean inward (like physics says you should) when the spinning gets fast. He giggles non-stop and is not even remotely scared.
He loves to feed me. And wipe my nose. And offer me water from a sippy.
He’s sweet. SO sweet. He volunteers kisses now. Sometimes you might have to say “give mama a kiss” and he’ll run over and give you a good one. That little open mouth crackerful slobbery kiss totally makes my day.
So…that’s what we’ve been up to! Hope you all are having a wonderful Christmas season and ready for some good stories and fun with your family.