I am recording the following because it is what I want, nay, NEED, to remember about my boy. In one short week he has:
1. Mastered the use of the hand signs for "more" and "all done" making meal time that much more inefficient...and why inefficient? Because he's "all done" and two seconds later he wants "more". Make up your mind kid because this is not an all-day buffet.
2. Got his very first pair of big boy shoes! Like with actual soles and not that Robeez-style suede nonsense that does NOTHING to protect his feet from wayward pebbles (but are oh so cute and hard to resist).
3. Learned how to open the cabinet doors in the kitchen (another bad behavior courtesy of Daddy!). I know, I know, we're late to that game but only because I NEVER opened the cabinets in front of him so he had NO idea they were doors! that open and close! Or maybe I never opened them because I don't cook...often.
4. Took two steps! And has not repeated since. He will walk forever behind his push toy thingamajig but refuses to balance on his own. We're working on it.
5. Can recognize and say "ball" and "dog" and "Dada". He can recognize a balloon from a mile away and have a whole body attack of sheer joy. Now, that? Is awesome.
6. Tasted whole milk and LIKED it. Again, awesome. Our days of praying to the (very expensive) formula gods are coming to an end.
He's growing too big, too fast and I love it.
I moved this bookcase from Noah's room to our family room because he has been so interested in Books! Books! Books! lately. I figured we would be more apt to read a wider variety if they were downstairs and this was the perfect bookcase to store those books and toys. What I failed to realize is that a child height bookcase meant he could pull every single book out and throw it on the floor in a hapless pile. And throwing the books on the floor is infinitely more exciting than reading them. All this just means my clean up in ten minutes plan is failing miserably. Mama: 0, Baby: 1,638,902.
