Our Happytown is sitting tall all by his onesies! And, yeah, he's a little bit proud of himself. He's still the most delightful boy ever born. I'm not exaggerating when I say he never has a bad day, and lately he's been filling my days with all kinds of insights from his little jibberish jabbers. I think this boy is likely to never stop talking once he gets started. I can't wait to see what's going on in that pleasant little mind of his.
Tiger is just as striped and feisty as ever. His latest musings include:
"Mommy, I don't feel better (good). I need to watch Curious George." Naturally.
"Mommy, I need another apple (5th one today), because I'm so hungry and handsome." Well, true enough my dear red head.
To my attempt to persuade him that he should eat his kale yesterday: "Mommy, I need to save it for Paugie. He's really hungry."
And then, my personal favorite. As he helped me finish hanging out a load of laundry to dry, he announced that he was going to run inside and get more laundry for us to work on together. I reminded him that the washing machine was empty and that we would need to wash another load before we could hang it out. Independent thinker that he is, he decided to check for himself. I heard him confirm the washing machine to be empty, then run deliberately into the living room. Suspicious, I wandered in to check out current happenings only to discover him peeing generously on the couch. After recovering from my initial shock, reprimanding the Tiger and cleaning up the masterpiece, I went to gather a little more information on what might have possessed him to do something so absurd, particularly since he seemed to feel unjustly punished. He said: "There were no more dirty clothes so the couch needed to be washed." I was fairly certain I understood what he meant, but I clarified: "You wanted to make some more dirty 'clothes' so that we would have more laundry to hang out on the porch?" He vigorously agreed. I assured him that there is never a shortage of dirty laundry in this household and guided him to the designate DLSB (dirty laundry storage bins) located in nearly every room.
Paugie has been in an almost constant state of frustration for the past few weeks, which has made him a cantankerous little brown boy. I think his biggest frustration has been his desire, yet relative inability to communicate his wishes and thoughts. However, (simultaneous with the arrival of a pesky molar in the back of his mouth) he is a greater master of the English language this week (even over last week). He is pronouncing words more clearly, experimenting with ones he's never tried before and when we repeat back to him what we think he's trying to say, and nail it, there is untold delight all over that boy's face! His smile is back and he acts as though he's been given a new planet to explore. So neat to see! And, the obvious added benefit to us is that we don't have to hang out with the grumpy brown bear anymore. And now, he's beckoning me to come dance with him on the porch in the rain... how can I resist? So, more later...