October 2006

Alex is so much fun now, I almost forget how difficult and tiring he was when he was younger. Not that he's not still tiring, and he 's difficult now in different ways. But now I can usually get sleep at night, and he can play either by himself, or with us in a game that is somewhat amusing for us, too. Oh, and he loves Papa. (Not that he didn't before... now he just shows it more.)
Any more teeth? No. Does he wave yet? When he feels like it. Any words? "..Ra" (Which I interpret as "Caira".) He also can do a very convincing 'miaow' sound. Does he walk? No.
Oh, and the doctor says he's healthy.



October 7.
Papa and Alex at the Wild Animal Park. Does he have any interest in looking at the animals? No. But he does like looking at other people, especially grandmas and grandpas. He flirts, and they say "Oh what big eyes you have," or "Hi Bright Eyes!", or something of the like. Alex grins, loving it. One day, I'll have a witty response to comments about his large eyes.


October 11.
Alex playing with the stacking rings Auntie Autumn got for him. He's also wearing the shirt Auntie Autumn got for him. Coincidence? I think not. I'm not sure if it's a milestone or not, but he got the hang of stacking the rings this month. It helps if I hand them to him in order, but he does have the coordination to get them onto the pole.






October 11.
His favorite thing to do with the rings, though, is to mouth them.
He has a foam book with textured, pull-out animals, which has a disclaimer, "Not a teether". Yeah, right. We find this amusing.

October 11.
Alex and his dog, Joshua. See, we do have some pictures of the dog. (No pictures with Caira this month! The pictures of her wearing Alex's jammies didn't turn out.) We're waiting on the front lawn for Papa to come home...


October 11.
...and we look at cars going by. Sometimes we wave. If he remembers, his automotive vocabulary is comprised of "car", "SUV", "Minivan", and "Truck". Because why would there be the same word for vehicles that look so different?


October 17.
Grandma and Alex, and the amazing ball popping machine. Grandma brought Grandpa Jack with her, but he often had the camera, so he's not in too many pictures. We'll make an effort to snag pictures with him on his next visit, for Alex's birthday. (Grandma's coming again the week after Thanksgiving. I tell her she should just keep clothes here, to save on packing.)







October 21.
Alex standing with his walker. He enjoys walking around with it, which Papa thinks more than makes up for the inconvenience it causes me when I want to put him in it (with a seat) for containment while I am in the kitchen. Yes, well.



October 27.
Autumn came over for dinner, and to play with her little nephew. Alex loved her bracelet and her sweater, which reminded him of his blankie Grandma Barbara made for him.


October 28.
Dinner at my mom's house. Alex seems to enjoy mission-style furniture - easy to climb. He'd be lots of fun at Ken & Arleen's house now.







October 31.
Alex in his first costume, courtesy of Grandma Barbara. Alex did not go trick or treating, but he was heartily entertained as I tormented teenagers coming to the door. If they weren't in costume, they'd get candy only if they sang to him. His favorite song was the local high school girls volleyball team's fight song.
Bonnie asked me what the first costume I remember having as a child was - I had a homemade costume allegedly being the Statue of Liberty. A sheet, a tinfoil crown and torch, and some leaves that we tried to make into a laurel wreath. I hated it, and was super embarrassed. I wanted a plastic gown and a molded face mask. Probably Wonder Woman or Darth Vader. Looking back, I don't think that creativity and uniqueness were impressive to a little kid.
So if Alex is in some generic and boring Power Rangers costume, it's not because I was lazy, but because that's what he wanted. It's all about making him happy.

On a similar note, I saw this license plate frame. "I want to be my kids. They get everything."




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