We played happily in his room this morning, as always, and when he woke from his morning nap, Daddy was here with a great lunch. Dennis was ecstatic and eagerly munched on green beans and chicken until he discovered that we also had macaroni and cheese. He kept asking for "more cheese" whenever he'd eaten the macaroni that was on his plate. We ran errands after lunch and then went to the lake.
He got bored in the car, an increasing problem we're having, and we kept him occupied by pointing out the various places and things we were passing. He learned to say truck and Wal-Mart today, and I think he actually learned what a truck is, because he repeated the word whenever we passed one after that.
Right now I just heard him over the baby monitor. He said "whoa" and then "juice" and then it sounded like he rolled over and went back to sleep. The only sounds I hear now are the pounding of the keys as I'm typing, the chirping of crickets outside, the hooting of our resident owls, and the sounds of David's computer game. Oh, now Dennis is talking again... I heard "hi".
At the lake this afternoon, a great wind came up and blew down a tree limb as I was watching. The wind chimes were a cacophony of noise, and David rushed about trying to secure his tools before any blew into the water. It was a scary wind, and Dennis could hear it so well from his pack and play (we forgot the pod!) that he didn't nap. When the wind died down, I stepped outside to water the flowers, poor parched things, and as soon as I poured the first bit from the watering can, it began raining. And we all know that if I hadn't watered, it wouldn't have rained...
Dennis "cooked" me a meal in the pretend kitchen at the lake and brought it over and served it to me in all seriousness. He served it in a colander with a spatula as my eating utensil, then thought better of it and brought me a knife and casserole dish as well. I "ate" my fill, and he took the dishes back to the kitchen, stirring with the knife as he walked. We left the lake as the rain really started to pour, and just when we got back to town, Becky (Grandma) called to see if we wanted dinner. Of course we did, so we stopped over there to eat and run, enjoying her yummy chicken and dumplings. Midway through the meal, Dennis discovered his reflection in the large pot and began waving at it. David announced "Yes, Dennis, there's a baby in the pot." I hadn't been watching Dennis wave at himself, and when David said there was a baby in the pot, I stopped eating to stare at the chicken on my spoon for the few milliseconds that it took me to process what he meant. He watched me do this and laughed when I said "well, it's delicious" as he realized what thought process I had been through just then. Becky was afraid I'd lost my appetite, but I decided I'd tell Dennis that the baby he was seeing was ON the pot and not IN it. Big difference.
He was again stuck in the car as we ran more errands after supper, and he announced his displeasure at frequent intervals, prompting me to get more and more creative with distractions. First we sang several songs. Then I began handing him things that were not baby toys. First, a calendar, and it prompted "hee hee hee" chuckles as he realized that it was not a baby item. The best distraction was the set of keys I handed him, and he giggled and giggled the way he always does when he's getting into something that he shouldn't be getting into, and the giggles escalated into big chuckles and the word "key" over and over. He must have played with them for ten or twelve consecutive minutes before he flung them to the nether regions of the backseat. We had to laugh, too. He's just so funny when he gets that mischievous giggle going.
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