Little Things

Last week, I had four snow days.  That is unheard of for this area, buddy.  Four snow days means that we got to spend seven whole days together.  It was a 7 day weekend!  It was wonderful.  Yesterday, when I gave Daddy the banana ice cream to feed you for your snack, Daddy voiced his concerns that you were used to my "gourmet" meals and that would would not be pleased when it was just the two of you again.

Today was a long day, but I always enjoy getting to spend my evenings with you.  Tonight, the living room looked like a bomb went off.  You had a good time playing today.  After dinner, you needed a diaper change.  You are completely uninterested in diaper changes so often, I open the baby gate and let you walk (run) to your room.  You come willingly (until it's time to be changed) and you love it.

Once you had a fresh diaper, I closed the doors to the hallway and let you play.  I consider it part of our plan to slowly release you into the wild...er, house.  The living room is your main play area, but we are slowly letting you play in other rooms when we are there with you to run interference and eliminate potential hazards.  My goal is for you to be more "free range" by summertime.  Anyway... you had a ball playing in the hallway.  You played for a good 20 minutes.

It was basically a whole lot of this...

Goofy

You are such a goof, kid.  In the last week or so, you've started doing several silly things.

1.  You enjoy doing what Daddy and I have termed "trust falls."  You will randomly launch yourself at one of us...whether we're ready to catch you or not.  Sometimes, we aren't even looking at you when do it.  Luckily, you giggle with glee when you fall and seem to be keeping the trust falls to the play mat or a spot where you have tossed pillow.

2.  You love climbing into our laps and leaning back against us.  Then you slide down and lay between our legs, giggling.

3.  You have started laying flat on your tummy and sliding across the hardwood floors.  Sometimes you'll peer under the couch as you go by to see if you can spot any of your wayward toys.

4.  You need a patty cake intervention, child.  At least once a day you will either climb up into our lap or come over to us while we're sitting on the floor, grab our hands, and clap them together.  That is your sign that you want us to sing patty cake.  You are content to do this for a long time (30 minutes or so).

Tonight, you would come clap my hands together then toddle over to Daddy who would shake you gently to "roll" you, I would "pat" your back or your bum (and you would laugh hysterically), and Daddy would "toss" you in the air.  As soon as he put you down, you'd race over to me and clap my hands to start the whole process over again.

(Someday, Mama will have a half decent cell phone camera so we don't have tons of grainy pictures.  It's still better than Daddy's phone though!)

Game

Yesterday, Daddy took you to the doctor to get the second half of your flu shot (sorry about that).  I hate that I couldn't go, but honestly, it's better when I don't.  I get more upset about you being hurt than you do.  Daddy always says you cry for a minute or two, Mama cries for ten minutes.  Anyway... yesterday you were crying as Daddy walked out of the exam room and into the waiting room of the office.  In the waiting room there were two little girls.  You immediately stopped crying.  Daddy said, "Oh, since there are girls here, you have to be a big tough guy, huh?"

As soon as you walked out of the doctor's office, you started sobbing again.

You sure showed Daddy not to disclose your flirting methods with the ladies.

Some things are sacred, Dad!