Don Ho or Lawrence Welk joke, I had my choice, I guess! (See image below.)
Observations/stories to share:
• We have a series of toys that hide inside each other, balls of different sports. He discovered that when he dropped a few of them and they fell open, he could get what was within. I gave him one of the toys with something inside of it that he wanted to get to, so he ran over to the linoleum area of the living room and started spiking the ball into the floor to try to get it to open. (In this case it was a squeaky puffin toy inside of a plastic football.)
• Ian managed to give himself a big fat lip the other night, scaring Melissa and I have to death. He was running and tripped, and landed with a startlingly loud smack on the linoleum. Turns out he had a magnet letter in each hand (he likes the “O” and the “0” the most for some reason, but loves all the letters in general) and the majority of the sound was from those letters in his hands hitting the floor. He was able to mostly stop his head from hitting, but not completely. The fat lip was gone overnight.
• On Monday of this week Ian watched TV with me and sat directly on my lap, leaned back on my stomach and put his arms behind his head, elbows pointing to his left and right. I didn’t have a camera handy, but wouldn’t have been able to pull off a shot very well anyway. When he stood up, his hair in the back had been pushed up and out.
• The young lady who runs the daycare in which Ian spends three of his weekdays decided to help the care providers that Ian is used to dealing with by changing his diaper. I’m not sure how often she helps out, but apparently she had never been peed on before. Ian recognized her authority immediately and gave her a thorough christening.
• For kicks, I’ll make a note here — I do know that this is fairly normal, so don’t worry, but Ian has pretty much regressed to saying only “ball” and “mama” and little else in terms of recognizable words. You can tell he’s working on it, however, he seems to be practicing whatever sounds he can come up with.
• Also this Monday, I uncharacteristically asked Ian if he wanted milk while we were sitting in the living room. Typically I say “Are you hungry?” (and just as typically the reaction is an excited series of flailing gestures toward the area where we keep his food.) Instead, as I said, I asked about milk and so his immediate response was to try to lift up my sweater. O_O
• We had a beautiful weekend including several trips outside to run a bit in the grass and another trip to the park that will be a video here on the blog shortly.
I got exactly two shutter clicks in on this before Ian started crying, so I’m glad one of the two turned out alright! Here Mama is kind enough to make some fun for Ian to chase and pop. See this image larger.
This is from two weekends ago, we took Ian to the butterfly exhibit at Meijer Gardens. In my head I had this idea that this particular outing was going to be filled with awesome wonder and excitement. And it was, but mostly because he got to run around a bit. I think he had spring fever and the chance to stomp around and look at some dirt up close was far more fascinating than a few hundred colorful insects flapping about.
See all this gorgeous color? Ian did too, and we got a big smile or two out of him on video that you’ll probably see someday, but then it was off to pick up a strange plant seed, or closely examine a dead leaf, or flash a charming grin at a passing blond girl twice his age. See this image larger.
I’m happy here but the lil guy just wants to be put down so he can run and run! See this image larger.
“Just between you and I? I’m thinking about eating some dirt. Shhhh.” See this image larger.
Just look at this place. Really we should make a habit out of coming here in the middle of winter, it would lift the spirits quite a bit. See this image larger.
Sorry for the blur… I thought I had enough light to do a quick shot, but this is a little more true-to-life anyway. Ian has no time to pause for a photo! See this image larger.
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More Soon!
I’ve got s’more bath shots to share with you shortly. I apologize for the wait, I’ve been dealing with ensuring a more stable financial outlook.
Tiny Bubbles
Don Ho or Lawrence Welk joke, I had my choice, I guess! (See image below.)
Observations/stories to share:
• We have a series of toys that hide inside each other, balls of different sports. He discovered that when he dropped a few of them and they fell open, he could get what was within. I gave him one of the toys with something inside of it that he wanted to get to, so he ran over to the linoleum area of the living room and started spiking the ball into the floor to try to get it to open. (In this case it was a squeaky puffin toy inside of a plastic football.)
• Ian managed to give himself a big fat lip the other night, scaring Melissa and I have to death. He was running and tripped, and landed with a startlingly loud smack on the linoleum. Turns out he had a magnet letter in each hand (he likes the “O” and the “0” the most for some reason, but loves all the letters in general) and the majority of the sound was from those letters in his hands hitting the floor. He was able to mostly stop his head from hitting, but not completely. The fat lip was gone overnight.
• On Monday of this week Ian watched TV with me and sat directly on my lap, leaned back on my stomach and put his arms behind his head, elbows pointing to his left and right. I didn’t have a camera handy, but wouldn’t have been able to pull off a shot very well anyway. When he stood up, his hair in the back had been pushed up and out.
• The young lady who runs the daycare in which Ian spends three of his weekdays decided to help the care providers that Ian is used to dealing with by changing his diaper. I’m not sure how often she helps out, but apparently she had never been peed on before. Ian recognized her authority immediately and gave her a thorough christening.
• For kicks, I’ll make a note here — I do know that this is fairly normal, so don’t worry, but Ian has pretty much regressed to saying only “ball” and “mama” and little else in terms of recognizable words. You can tell he’s working on it, however, he seems to be practicing whatever sounds he can come up with.
• Also this Monday, I uncharacteristically asked Ian if he wanted milk while we were sitting in the living room. Typically I say “Are you hungry?” (and just as typically the reaction is an excited series of flailing gestures toward the area where we keep his food.) Instead, as I said, I asked about milk and so his immediate response was to try to lift up my sweater. O_O
• We had a beautiful weekend including several trips outside to run a bit in the grass and another trip to the park that will be a video here on the blog shortly.
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This is from two weekends ago, we took Ian to the butterfly exhibit at Meijer Gardens. In my head I had this idea that this particular outing was going to be filled with awesome wonder and excitement. And it was, but mostly because he got to run around a bit. I think he had spring fever and the chance to stomp around and look at some dirt up close was far more fascinating than a few hundred colorful insects flapping about.