Boys Will Be(come) Boys
Since Ian moved to his new class a great many things have changed about him, and it has really only been a few days. His old class was mostly girls, and younger. Now he’s running with boys that, you know, do boy stuff. So he’ll sometimes pick his nose, and if he can get away with it, he’ll attempt to pick my nose; just as an example.
The good:
• Ian is saying or trying to say a lot more. The noises coming out of his mouth are more varied and it is allowing him to more closely mimic what Melissa and I are saying. Just this week he’s solidified saying “woof woof” for a dog and has started saying “duck” again. He also says “ROWR!” in regards to animals that roar. The times I’ve written about him saying a word in the past, they were typically one-offs. Now he’s actively repeating words that he learns. So this is a very good thing.
• In general he’s mastering physical stuff a bit better, although this was never really a problem area for Ian. He waves like a champ now, and claps along with everybody else. I was surprised to see him attempt to clamber up into his car seat yesterday, when all I had done was set him in the car. (My Civic doesn’t quite have the room for me to plop him in the seat that Melissa’s 4-door Prius does, I end up having to truly get back there with him to set him in the seat.) He couldn’t quite make it up into the seat proper, but I found this particularly heartening because it (almost) helped me. Ian helping me. That’s pretty cool.
• A little more regularity for sleep. We get the idea that if this kid would stop teething we’d almost be on a normal schedule by now. (Said the Dada, knowing the Mama is probably getting up at all hours of the night every night and thinks Dada is full of doodoo.)
The “bad”: (if you can call it that I do realize that this was inevitable; he’s got to become a boy at some point, right?)
• A lot more fussing and straining to get out of arms, or in a mad attempt to dive off of the diaper changing station.
• A lot more crying and hitting.
• A lot more crazy stunts.
• A lot more trying something that’s wrong, watching for us to say “no!” and then doing it anyway, with a bigger smile on his face.
Anyway, so this all pre-dates Grandpa Dave and Grandma Marcia agreeing to watch the lil guy this upcoming weekend while Melissa and I scoot off to a wedding. I hope Ian has reserved a little good behavior for that particular night.
