So he doesn't have any words, but he makes a noise that is his version of "vroom" for his cars. He's known how to play with cars since he could pick them up, and was thrilled to get lots of them for his birthday. (Now we are never without.)
There was one word he used twice about a month ago, but has never tried it since. "A-py," He said, while clapping his hands, requesting that we sing his favorite song "If you're happy and you know it..." Now he just looks at us meaningfully and claps his hands together.
For FHE last night, I was desperate for a quick, painless activity, and said: "Let's teach the boy 'Ring Around the Rosie'." He was in heaven, walking with us, singing with us, being with us. It was one of our best activities ever.
He's never happier than when he's outside. I used to take him outside every day, but haven't quite figured out our routine now that the girls are in school (it sounds like it would be easier, but actually he sleeps during Babs' school, and it's been hot recently, and ...), so he usually just gets a stroller ride to and from elementary school. Which would be nicer if he wasn't sharing his stroller with his big sister.
He's almost walking. He takes a few steps, but then is too excited, or to impatient to reach his goal. But he is a fast crawler. Sometimes he wants to hold something in both hands and tries to scoot, but he can't remember how. It's funny to see how slow he is, when he used to be so fast. But he stands a lot, especially when he is standing on the next to last stair. He loves to climb, and can get up and down stairs.
Right now, he rarely lets me put him down. It's getting old. I try to snuggle and hold him as much as he wants, because he's so delicious, but by the end of the day, when the chaos and clutter has only grown, because there's been no time to do battle, I get a little snippy about the constant need to be held. Plus my arms are tired. Thank goodness my husband is the one who puts him to bed most nights.
We'll probably cut his hair soon, and lose all those amazing red and blond streaks, and that will be sad. He has wonderful hair.
He loves his big sisters, and loves to be with them. This last Sunday we made sure the gate was closed to the kitchen, and the door was closed to the bathroom then let the three kids play while the parents napped. It's a whole new world, and I could get used to this.
