The tooth count stands at 10+ now, and we seem to have finally hit a teething lull. The kiddo is sleeping through the night again, and his usual cheery self during the day.
We have a vocabulary now, too! "Go" "No" "Up" "Momma" "Daddy" "Booga" "Hi" and "Bye Bye"
And over Labor Day, Roy got to take his first hike. We drove up to Shenandoah National Park, had a picnic at Big Meadows, and then took the Story of the Forest trail. It's probably the wussiest trail at the park, but Roy walked a full third of it on his own. I can't wait to get him back out to the park again, because his walking has already greatly improved, and he's even doing short runs. He's using his new skills to insist on pushing the grocery cart around the store for us when we go shopping, too.
Best of all, from a time-saving perspective, Roy now eats his meals on his own. That's at least an hour and a half each day of my time freed up to cook, or do the dishes or other work, as long as I'm still in the kitchen with him.
I swear, with every day that passes, the kiddo becomes more fun.
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Well, that's certainly how it was for me with all of you girls. I just loved two's, three's, and four's. You will see that he just keeps getting more and more adorable and easier to take care of as time goes on. I'm glad the teething is easing a bit. What a relief that must be.
love you all...
mom
I bet!! I need to come up there again so that I can play with him some more...i have just been swamped with work and school...haven't had any time at all to myself...:(. Tell the kiddo aunt livvy says hi! And give him a kiss on the cheek for me :).
Well mom... did we ever do this? The other day I served him some ears of baby corn with his lunch. He wanted nothing to do with them. At all. Launched every single ear across the room. And I managed to miss one during the pickup. Two days later, I picked him up to figure out what the hell he'd put in his mouth this time, to find it was the browned and shriveled ear of baby corn I'd missed during cleanup. Yecch.
And last night? For dinner I went to the trouble of sautee-ing a chicken thigh and mincing it up, steamed some itty bitty brocoli florets, etc for dinner. Over an hour in his high chair and he wouldn't eat any of it. I finally gave up and figured he could starve, and then maybe he'd at least eat his breakfast. I finish making our dinner - bucatini with sausage and onions - take him downstairs with us while we eat, and on a whim let him have one of the noodles. We ended up feeding him a full bowl of our dinner, which I hadn't thought to offer him since it's fairly spicy. Pfft. The rest of the pot went into the fridge for later meals for him.
In two words, yes, and yes. I remember (vividly) scenes with you in the high chair deliberately pitching anything green off and pouring every glass of milk I would give you onto the floor. Not that you didn't like milk. You just liked to see it pour out onto the floor. You always laughed so hard when you did it. I got tired of the waste and the mess and turned the tables on you and poured one over your head and you never did it again. And you LOVED peppered olives. So the spicy thing is not a real surprise either. That one stuck in my head because you didn't like them at all after you stored one of the pits up your nose. It was hotter than you had expected. Ah it is going to be very interesting indeed. A nice mix of you and Russ...wonder what he was like when he was little?
LOL. I still have him on sippy cups, so he can't just dump his milk out. Thank god! He likes dumping his food everywhere enough as it is. And he definitely thinks it's funny.
I've pretty much stopped making different food for him at this point, and mostly feed him leftovers from the night before for lunch or dinner, since he seems so fond of mommy and daddy's meals.
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