The other day I was thinking about how newborns and how terrible they are and then also thinking about how happy I am that I blogged when Tad was a newborn because I can remember things that would have otherwise gotten lost in the haze of "SWEET JESUS THAT WAS TERRIBLE."
Anyway, 2.5 is definitely...a phase of disequilibrium, let's say. Not sure if all 2.5-year-olds are like that or if mine is just especially fractious because I am too large and cumbersome to take him outside as much as he'd like. (Also there have been heat indices in the 100s and I like to repress Tad's individuality by keeping him NOT heatstroked like all the boring sheeple.)
So I am going to blog random cute things lest I remember this phase of life as being almost entirely terrible as well.
1. One of his charming new habits is repeatedly hitting me with his head (and he has a giant, hard head!) whenever I am in the same room as him. I have started attempting to redirect his impulse for physical contact by offering a "big hug."
So now, once in a while, he will run up to me and instead of ramming into my thigh will hold out his arms and suggest "Big hug!"
I oblige, of course.
|He still nurses a LOT but shots like this are rare |
because he finds electronics very distracting.
Always, little buddy, always.
|He was helping taste-test the frosting for Daddy's birthday cake.|
(Lemon. He approved.)
|Sleeping "in" a sidecar crib. As you do.|
|I have no idea how sleeping on top of those books was comfortable |
but he stayed in there for over an hour.
|Playing with the train table at our local library.|
I am pretty sure the tablet pic is grainy enough
that you can't figure out where we live. :p
7. The way he pronounces "upside down" as "uhshash dow." ("Outside" is "ohshash" so the "dow" part certainly helps figure out which one he means!)