Does he talk? Travis says so. I can't remember.
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June 10.
Alex and Grandpa perusing a magazine. Magazines and catalogs are
among his favorites. Perhaps even more than Go Dog Go. |
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June 12.
Alex in his throne, deciding which toys he wants next. His favorite
catalogs are his Plan Toys (shown), LEGO, and Oriental Trading
Company (Where they sell ducks and *gasp* cars.)
Alex likes cars. And trains. I don't know why. I don't know how. And his shirt says Frak the Toasters. If you know what it means, it might amuse you. |
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June 16.
We came home from some shopping, and I set my frappachino down so I could put away the groceries, and when I finished, here was the young man with my Oranges N Cream drink. I told him it wasn't very good for him, but he didn't seem to care. Also about this time, he was sitting next to the couch while I was watching TV. Quietly. And I looked down, and saw he had opened the Costco Cashew jar and put all the cashews onto the floor. So when the baby's quiet.... |
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June 18.
Ducks in a row. So perhaps he isn't actually reading yet, but he can
put his ducks in a row, in size order. I came upon this with sight
with five ducks, and wondered if he had done it on purpose. So I gave
him a sixth duck, the black pirate devil ducky, and went to see if
he'd put it in order as well. You see, everything has to be done just
so. |
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June 21.
So on the 20th, or perhaps the 19th, I had set Alex in his cage to
take a nap, and he was fussing so I left him in there and sat on my
bed and closed the door. And then he knocked on the door. So, no more
crib.
His knocking is very polite, by the way. Nobody has taken credit for teaching it to him. How to get a baby to nap when you can't reason with him and can't lock him in his cage anymore? I don't know. Here I was trying "he'll eventually fall asleep, somewhere". |
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June 22.
The other corollary for the month has to do with the danger quotient.
At first, Alex was only allowed to play with specifically designed,
age appropriate baby toys. Then, it was any toys that didn't seem
inherently dangerous. Then it was anything that he probably couldn't
break easily. Then anything that wouldn't hurt him much. So now he's
climbing the linen closet. (No, I'm not obsessive. I just like my
closet to be adequately labelled.)
Alex likes climbing. |
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June 24.
The cat under Alex's new bed. He was very keen when he was introduced to his new furniture. The cat was very keen when she saw the new furniture. |
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June 24.
Grandma pulling Caira's tail. Caira does not like Alex sleeping in
her bed. Which is a problem, because Alex prefers to sleep snuggled
against Mommy. Papa's not too keen on this arrangement, either. |
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June 25.
The foam blocks. These were more fun than a barrel of monkeys. |
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June 25.
Alex wearing his hooded towel (from Ray & Stacey Niblett, I think). I think he's the cutest little elfish thing with it on. This picture is taken through the mirror, by the way. |
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June 26.
Alex being pushed in his wagon into the couch. He likes rough and
tumble sorts of things. |
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June 29.
So... in addition to "When the baby is quiet..." being a risk to the
cashews, it's also a risk to Mommy's-Fed-Ex'd-in-a-cooler-from-Oregon
Chocolates. There I was, innocently sitting on my bed, thinking that
Alex was just being sweet and quietly playing with a toy next to the
bed... and he had gotten one of my Dagobas, unwrapped it, and
consumed most of it. Granted, he has good taste. (They reside in the
drawer next to the bed... and I don't share them with anyone.)
He had an entire bar. To no ill effect, other than that he didn't go to sleep until 2am the next morning. I eat about a bar a week, savoring each molecule on my tongue, enjoying the bouquet in my mouth, relishing how tasty it is. |
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June 29.
More consumption of chocolate. And one can't really be cranky with
the wee bairn for getting into it, or for coating his mother in
chocolate when he went for a hug. |
