Gone are the leisurely days of chasing a crawling baby around the house hoping he did not find some old crumb of food to gum. Gone are the days of toting him around and having him be happy to be held. Gone are the days of him occupying himself with Baby Einstein and a a straw. Now he climbs up everything (even the wall), wants to be outside running free. And just try to keep him in that buggy a the grocery. He argues and talks back (and even though I do not completely understand him, I know it is not "I love you, mommy" that he is gibbering at a hundred miles an hour with tears in his eyes and steam coming out of his ears). He eats better. If by better, you mean at all. But he is way too partial to Graham crackers and vanilla almond milk. He actually takes his cup to the fridge now and demands milk. He has figured out that he does not always have to do as he is told, especially if he acts like he does not understand. I mean he is only 17 months old. Why is he acting 13? On the other hand, he knows so many words. And he loves to giggle at himself. He finds himself extremely amusing these days. He pets Marley (and she lets him). He dances to Bear and the Big Blue House Dance Party DVD. He vacuums and mops. He helps Mama make dinner and brownies (moving that stool to whatever part of the kitchen looks the most promising for getting into a trouble). Right now he is sitting in my lap playing with t he printer ...which must have told him some pretty funny jokes because he is cackling at it. Trying to feed me (and the computer screen oatmeal). I guess that is my cue.. hey!..gotta get the loving while I can these days!
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