OK. So I totally know my count to Hawaii is off. Don't ask questions. Just go with it.
Another weekend is approaching, thank goodness. But it's another weekend chock full of crap to do. Why can't we just have a weekend where we don't have to go anywhere and no one comes to visit? Bah-humbug, I say!
Let's chat for a moment about my kid and his walking. 'Cause he's doing it all the time. In fact, he's close to speed walking these days -- straight to the stairs. Loves to climb the stairs. There's also a light switch near the stairs Jack has adopted as the best toy ever!! (Thanks, Ga for showing him that!)
The point is, he's getting really good at being independent. He's not really one to put strange objects in his mouth which is a relief. But Jack will put anything in a light socket that he thinks should fit (and likes to pull out the baby proof thing out). He loves to jump on the couch (and nearly fall off every time). And he loves to play with fans. Don't try to simply unplug it because he'll plug it right back in and turn it back on.
I look back fondly to those easy days of vibrating chairs and exersaucers. People say that's hard. I laugh at them.
So picture this little blond head boggling around the house with his Frankenstein legs. (he's not really into bending his knees just yet.) Usually he hums under his breath or whispers "Da-Da" if Husband is not yet home from the office. Sometimes I just sit back and watch him wondering what he's thinking about while he works on his little "projects". Jack's very particular about where things go, what things do, and how he wants it all to fall into place.
These days, when he's "busy" he walks right on past Ma and takes care of business. He's busy building with his blocks, throwing his rainbow colored balls around and flipping the lights on and off.
He can't be bothered with hugging or kissing. He'll blow me a kiss to get me off his back.
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