Oh, the Shenanigans

In a week, BabyBird will be 18 months old. A year and a half. Oh, boy are we starting to see the personality attitude.

First, BabyBird has learned how to get my attention when he is in his crib. Instead of crying out and saying momma or dada, he cries out asking for a drink of water. Of course, I cannot deny my child water. So of course I go up and give in to giving him just one more sip of water. This is also the first thing I hear every morning when he wakes up.

BabyBird is feeling more and more independent on the things he wants to do himself. Like putting on his Crocs by himself and by no means should I even think about touching his foot or the shoe during this process. Thank goodness they are easy to slip into. :: Side note, I always thought Crocs were the ugliest shoes but for babies and toddlers they are absolutely adorable and makes so much more sense on little feet ::

He is just full of spunk. Lately, with him being in the toddler room at his school he has learned how to say mine, when he is playing with a toy. So for fun, I mess around with him and take the toy from his hands and he just looks at me and says, share? Oh jeez kid. Or when I am busy with something and he walks up to me with a book in hand and asks me to read to him. He knows exactly how to get to me.

But along with the cuteness, is the mini-tantrums when things aren’t going his way complete with an ear piercing scream. 60 seconds later, he’s happy again and ready to run around and play. Oh kid, you keep me on my toes.

 

Enjoying the Simple Things

Looking up at the sky and watching an airplane fly across the sky.

Counting trucks as they pass by.

Finding small treasures and tucking them safely away in your pocket.

Taste the imaginary food that was cooked up just for me.

I try to remember during the hustle and bustle of each day to pause and take notice of these moments. Because it is in these moments that my child’s eyes light up and become so excited over these simple things. These are the simple things he enjoys.

Pause and take notice of the new leaf that is changing color, or the ants that are slowly making their way across the sidewalk. The dirty dishes in the sink can wait {they definitely aren’t going anywhere} and ignore the ever growing pile of laundry that is duplicating each day, and just truly enjoy the moment.

 

 

Look, I’m on a bike!

BabyBird’s aunt got him his first bike for his birthday last February. We’ve played with the buttons and pushed it around the house before, but today was the first time we took it outside for a ride.

Looking like such a big boy on his bike. {notice his first skinned knee? I asked him how that happened when I picked him up from daycare one afternoon and he replied “wa-wa” translation: water. Guess he skinned his knee at splash day at daycare}

 

Happy guy playing with the buttons.

 

Look mom, no hands!

 

Silly at the Piano

Dear BabyBird,

You’ve started playing some new games with me when we play piano each night. While you’re still really patient and eager to sit there and listen most of the time (one of the only times you’ll sit still with me this long outside running in the BOB stroller), you’ve gotten a lot more actively involved in the past couple weeks.

For one thing, you’re really good at picking out individual notes yourself now and love to play random tunes on both your toy piano and the big piano before we start playing songs. And if pause for a “baby solo” you’ll jump right in and contribute.

But even funnier than that are the silly games you’ve starting playing. One is to grab one or both of my hands and yank them away from the keys, laughing with glee as the other hand keeps playing by itself and both return only at your pleasure. Even sillier (and quite surprising the first time you sprung it on me), you’ll randomly lift up my shirt and check to make sure I still have a belly button while we’re playing. You see, random belly button checks have become a favorite of yours since we pointed out that you, me, and Mama all have one a few weeks ago, so now on top of pointing yours and ours out any time they’re visible you like to spring a spot check on us every now and then, and sitting with me at the piano has become a prime opportunity. I’m mostly used to it now and try to assure you that I still have one and keep playing, but it’s pretty funny.

One step beyond that, and quite a bit more shocking (as Mama can attest from my “AHHHH WTF” the first time it happened), is that you’ve figured out how to pick your nose, will secretly do it while you’re in my lap and I’m playing (where I can’t necessarily see it), and if you decide you don’t want to eat those boogers you’ll stick your fingers up into my mouth and quickly force feed them to me. This is as disgusting, insane, and funny as it sounds, and unlike the belly button checks I have NOT gotten used to this one. Granted, you are my kiddo and on top of the usual fare like butt wiping you’ve spit up into my mouth (and along with the delightfully sticky, warm, sort of disgustingly sweet taste, the simultaneous creepy realization that I now knew what Mama’s breastmilk tasted like), sneezed in my face, farted in my face, and peeed all over me in public, so I can’t say having to eat your boogers is the worst ever, but the timing is impeccable and your smirk and giggle when you do it leaves me knowing I just got owned by my sneaky little son.

Finally, along with the explosion of other random words and phrases you’ve been picking up it’s really heartwarming to have you asking for a specific song. Your current favorite which gets requested every night is the 3rd Movement “Alla Turca” from Mozart’s Piano Sonata K331, a classic pick I must admit and what comes out as something between “gaga” and “tooka” depending how much effort you’re giving it. You’ll happily bop and bounce along, and it often earns me applause at the end. While you still have a heavy preference for hearing your same favorites over and over (at least until I sneak new ones in often enough that they become new favorites… muahahah!), you’ve also started loving it when I play them differently in all sorts of silly arrangements. Two octaves higher or lower, with a latin beat, extra slow, or extra fast (which we call turbo, and gets requested urgently as “too-ro” when you want it) are just a few, and it delights you to no end. I can even play a song straight up nearly all the way through and then switch up just a few lines and you will totally laugh and get it on the spot which is really amazing and neat.

It’s really cool that we’ve been playing almost nightly since you were a couple weeks old through a year and a half and I’m so excited for you to start really playing by yourself, if you want to, in the next year or two!

Love,
Daddy