Jack is growing more and more independent every day. This week he is picking out his outfits - normally I give him a choice and he usually picks out his pants. He refuses to wear jeans to the sitter because (and I quote) "they come undone when I slide down the stairs and it hurts." Point taken. Elastic band pants or actual buttons to the sitter's house. So, this week has been baseball themed except for the shirt today that he decided was too big, so we opted for Star Wars instead. Yesterday took the cake. He was absolutely adamant about the socks and shoes. Exhibit A:
I explained that we usually don't rock the socks/sandals combo and that they might be easier to wear without socks, which sent him into a heap on the floor. We wore the socks. Note that one is upside down. Note that Charlotte (in the car seat) is not wearing shoes. I don't think her feet have grown since birth. She cannot wear shoes - she swims in them and they fall right off of her feet - if they don't first wind up in her mouth. Toes to mouth is her favorite way to roll. Speaking of rolling, she's rolling, scooting, and squirming. She barely stays in the Bumbo seat. So far she has unraveled a roll of paper towels, pulled a plant down, and examined a bunch of bananas, and gone for the knives (thank you hubs for intercepting that one) while sitting atop her perch. Either we get a tray or she is no longer the counter top helper. She is lightning fast - quicker than even Jack was. She goes in circles on her belly and scoots backwards. Her tooth came through (!) and she is sampling baby veggies. Sweet potatoes:
I have a nearly identical picture of Jack eating carrots. Speaking of which:
Charlotte's head is not quite as massive (he has power alleys too!), but fun to remember Jack at that age. Right now could be his most fun yet. He is discovering and playing and growing so compassionate and loving. He is very proud of his potty training and decided to make the backyard his personal toilet the other night...#2, on the steps. He came in, breathless, and reported that "Maddie ate my poop!". Yes, my dog. Should I even be writing this? The fact that he went outside is enough, but the dog. The dog! Thank heavens for privacy fences. So, not only is the dog demolishing the sock population of the house (I'm not sure we have any actual matching pairs), she is also the sewage department. She has also eaten two pairs of Charlotte's shoes (not that she ever could wear them, I guess), her jacket, numerous stuffed animal ears, and so on. But how can you not love her?
Anywho, I leave you today with more pictures of my babes. Oh, they make me smile...
I explained that we usually don't rock the socks/sandals combo and that they might be easier to wear without socks, which sent him into a heap on the floor. We wore the socks. Note that one is upside down. Note that Charlotte (in the car seat) is not wearing shoes. I don't think her feet have grown since birth. She cannot wear shoes - she swims in them and they fall right off of her feet - if they don't first wind up in her mouth. Toes to mouth is her favorite way to roll. Speaking of rolling, she's rolling, scooting, and squirming. She barely stays in the Bumbo seat. So far she has unraveled a roll of paper towels, pulled a plant down, and examined a bunch of bananas, and gone for the knives (thank you hubs for intercepting that one) while sitting atop her perch. Either we get a tray or she is no longer the counter top helper. She is lightning fast - quicker than even Jack was. She goes in circles on her belly and scoots backwards. Her tooth came through (!) and she is sampling baby veggies. Sweet potatoes:
I have a nearly identical picture of Jack eating carrots. Speaking of which:
Charlotte's head is not quite as massive (he has power alleys too!), but fun to remember Jack at that age. Right now could be his most fun yet. He is discovering and playing and growing so compassionate and loving. He is very proud of his potty training and decided to make the backyard his personal toilet the other night...#2, on the steps. He came in, breathless, and reported that "Maddie ate my poop!". Yes, my dog. Should I even be writing this? The fact that he went outside is enough, but the dog. The dog! Thank heavens for privacy fences. So, not only is the dog demolishing the sock population of the house (I'm not sure we have any actual matching pairs), she is also the sewage department. She has also eaten two pairs of Charlotte's shoes (not that she ever could wear them, I guess), her jacket, numerous stuffed animal ears, and so on. But how can you not love her?
Anywho, I leave you today with more pictures of my babes. Oh, they make me smile...
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