No, not getting ready for the Superbowl, that has come and past. AND WE HAVE CONQUERED!!!!! And I'm just SURE it's because Brent was a fan this year. There's no other explanation for it! The #1 fan for the #1 team. What a great year!
No, we're getting ready for the big day on Monday, when he undergoes his first trip to the other side of reality and has tubes put in his ears. I'm sure everything will be just fine. He's such a tough little guy. And maybe he will feel a little better from here on out.
I don't have much to report lately. He's doing great with everything, and learning new words every day. He's not really saying those words yet, unless they all resemble "na-na". Na-na usually means "give me that thing I'm pointing at, NOW please", but can be used in a variety of ways: "Pick me up NOW please" or "Stop taking away these dangerous objects I keep finding NOW please". The most important thing to remember when someone says Na-na to you is that an immediate response is required. Each repeat Na-na will become exponentially more urgent and impatient. Usually if you make it to the third one, it is accompanied by shrill crying and looks that can kill. It's best to avoid getting to that level. Trust me on that. So I'm not sure that he'll ever learn to talk at this point. Because -really- why does he need to? When one word gets you just about everything you want and need, there's no real need to expand a vocabulary. Sometimes I think he's smarter than even I give him credit for, with all the power he commands with such limited words.
But seriously, he is doing great, and he is more of a joy every day. Yes he has his moments, I'm 100% sure that all toddlers have them. But most of the time, I'm either laughing or smiling with him. He's very interested in books lately, and on more than one occasion I've been forced to a sitting position in the middle of the kitchen (while trying to cook him the very dinner he's NOT willing to wait for) because it is demanded of me that we sit and look at one of his favorite books. And like everything else, it cannot possibly wait. But I'm determined not to be the kind of parent that lets housework/tv/etc become more important than spending time with him. Does it spoil him? Maybe a little. Does is show him that he's the most important thing to me? I guarantee it. And at this age, I think that's important. Sure there's times when I have to look at a dirty house (okay...maybe more times than there should be), and there's times when I do have to get some things done (like when the dishes start jumping out of the sink of their own force). But for the most part, we spend lots of time together. And I cherish every second.
And still I think Da-da is his favorite. But hey, he's a pretty likeable guy, so I can see that. As soon as we pull into the driveway, he starts yelling for him and searching for him. I'll put him on the ground and he runs over to help Andy with carrying firewood or feeding the dogs. It's great to see. Some days I think we actually function pretty well as a family. And the other days...well...they really aren't that important in the long run.
Some pictures I took this morning while we watched the Wiggles. Not great photos, but it was all I could do to tear him away from the strange and colorful dancing men long enough to take a picture.
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