Paul's Ark

I left Dennis and David both sleeping this morning, as I left the house at 5:40 am. No one should be awake at this time! I said goodbye to both of them, and David mumbled something that ended in goodbye. Dennis just said "wooo"'. Neither woke up.

I didn't spend much time with him, but he did tell me about his day on the phone. I couldn't possibly repeat what all he said, but he giggled a good bit when he was telling me about it. There were a lot of "ish" syllables along with the usual "baaa" and "bay" and "daa" ones. We were working on our words tonight, and he said "Pop" very clearly, and I asked him to say Gran, and he said "g-errr".

Supper tonight was a picnic in Dennis's room. He's made a hundred or so new friends in the kitchen--the ants have found his stash of food left in the high chair. We exterminated and washed the chair cover/cushion. So we ate in his room and carefully monitored the crumb tossing. I had summer sausage and cheese, better known as "hot daaw" and "cheeeeeez", and he wanted to sample that to go along with his chicken and vegetables. YES! He ate vegetables!!!!

We played with the ark playset again tonight, and he kept grabbing Noah. Noah went on several exciting adventures in Dennis's room this evening, not the least of which was having his head in Dennis's mouth. I kept telling him that the character's name was Noah, to which he repeatedly answered "Pawl". I'd say Noah, he'd say Paul. I can see we need to get our testaments straight!

Of note: we are reading in our toddler instruction manual what to expect this month, and there are several paragraphs noting the following: bowleggedness in toddlers at this age is common and not a cause for concern; ditto for flat feet. The book mentions that toddler feet only appear flat because they have so much fat that the arch is disguised (I can think of several cases where this applies to my own body, ha ha). I think that he isn't bowlegged. His thighs are just so big that he has to walk that way to keep them from rubbing together and starting a fire. He's got typical plump baby thighs, and I know that any moment he'll be getting a growth spurt and he won't be a cute little round guy anymore, so I treasure his cuddly softness while I can. He gives hugs readily now, and I even got some kisses tonight. I can tell that we're going to have to have a talk about French kissing, though, and how it's not appropriate to lick your mom once you are past the age of 2. I wonder if baby drool is good for the complexion. Doesn't matter. If his kisses break out (or mildew) my skin, I don't even care. Totally worth it.