*To carry toys around. In the morning when he wakes up, he'll find one specific toy that he decides will be his favorite for the day, and he'll carry it around with him everywhere he goes. Favorites of this week include a blue plastic tube that's a part to my old play doctor kit, a laminated bookmark, a seashell, and the baby monitor we've used like twice since he was born. He will crawl around the house with the "toy of the day" in one hand, never letting it go, not even to nurse, to get his diaper changed, to get dressed, to go to the car, etc.
*To climb stairs. Actually he likes to climb just about anything. He also enjoys crawling into super small places only a baby could fit into and army crawling under anything he can't crawl over, like chairs, step stools, the armoire, the living room shelf, the end tables, etc.
*To jump and dance. His face absolutely lights up when he hears these two songs by Mika: "Love Today" and "Big Girl." He bops around to the beat which Mike and I can't help but laugh at. He also enjoys exercising with me in the mornings when I crank up my favorite workout mix.
*To play tag. He absolutely LOVES to chase and be chased around the house. It is a sure fire way to get some explosive giggles out of him.
*To be sung to before bed. He'd rather have a song sung to him than a story book read to him at nights. The kid is into music, what can I say? Maybe we should start singing the words to the books from now on.
*Anything with buttons. This includes anything that looks like it has a button. He loves every remote we have in our house, the cd player, the t.v., the computer towers, the camera, our phones, the fan, and any toy that has a button to push.
*Wearing a bib. The bibs with the velcro fasteners in the back just aren't cutting it anymore. He'll rip those things off in a matter of seconds. And then once the bib is off, he must think he's still wearing it because he'll tug and tug at his shirt until the neck is stretched out so far you can see his nipples.
*Getting his face and hands washed after meals. My sweet baby will all of a sudden scream bloody murder once I try wiping off his food caked cheeks and fingers after he's eaten.
*Getting his teeth brushed. Now that he's got teeth we make a real effort to keep them clean. Yeah, but good luck getting his baby toothbrush anywhere near his mouth.
*The vacuum. It's gotten a little better lately, but for awhile there he seemed to be terrified of that big, loud, green, sucking machine.
*Getting dressed and getting his diaper changed. A task that was never a problem before has now become a nightmare. He's such a squirmy booger these days, (not to mention lightning speed fast) that getting him into a new diaper or dressed for the day ends up being quite the ordeal. He won't sit still for anything because that would just take away too many precious minutes of exploration and trouble making time.
Here he is making his get away before I have a chance to slap a diaper on his naked bottom. He seems pleased with himself, the little booger.
2 comments:
My wife and my sisters love that Big Girls song.
vessel sounds like a carbon copy of isaiah at that age. willow isn't so much into music the way isaiah was. and isaiah STILL freaks out about the vacuum cleaner; it's pretty much the only thing he's afraid of. that sounds so cute, the way vessel carries around a certain toy all day. :)
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