
So, Jack is a total monkey. And ornery. One of his favorite things to do is get into the dogs' water dish. I will turn around and 10 seconds later his socks, pants, and shoes are soaked. The floor is soaked...and when I pull him out of it he just laughs hysterically. He also likes to throw cat litter. He throws everything over the stair railing, so if you aren't careful, you can seriously injure your foot on some toy shrapnel. At the end of the night, I have to pick up the pile that has built up at the bottom of the stairs. Another favorite is to pull every single grocery bag out of the cabinet and shake them at the cat. The nice thing is, he now doesn't mind putting them back.
He's not even 15 months and I can't believe the words he's saying. He will look at you, before he's about to do something he shouldn't, and wag his finger, saying, "no no no". He says the word baseball. He sees it on tv and says, "bay-ball". He starts to say it in a sing-song and he gets going too fast and then has to end with just ball. Some of the first words included the requisite, mama...now he says it over and over and I just melt. He said "woof-woof" for weeks on end. Pictures of dogs, bears, cows, anything...woof woof. "Dog" is another favorite. My dad worked with him endlessly one week and he now says "papa" like a champ. Grandma comes out "mee maw". He is mimicking everything, which means I really need to stop cussing.
Last week, he was at the babysitter's and she turned to make lunch...she heard him laughing and found him ON TOP of her kitchen table, pulling grapes out of her centerpiece. He has since graduated to climbing onto our chairs - which are unusually tall. He works and works at it and is so pleased with himself when he's done.
I wouldn't have him any other way...I love that at the end of the day I am exhausted from chasing him everywhere. My body is run ragged at the end of each short day (I say that because I feel like I can never log enough hours with him) and I collapse into bed where hubby and I can share a few words from the day and before I know it, he's snoring and I'm watching Golden Girls reruns.
I wouldn't have him any other way...I love that at the end of the day I am exhausted from chasing him everywhere. My body is run ragged at the end of each short day (I say that because I feel like I can never log enough hours with him) and I collapse into bed where hubby and I can share a few words from the day and before I know it, he's snoring and I'm watching Golden Girls reruns.
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