The Hurricane Swirl (changes from day to day)
Welcome to the new year! Thomas has been a tornado of late, climbing and trotting and chattering. No big events the past few weeks, but here are some photos to keep you in the loop as to what he’s up to.
He loves to eat. That’s for sure.
There you have it. Eating, climbing, reading, and still; utterly adorable.
How has it already been a month? Yet a month it has been. Thomas is picking up words all of the time (Celery! Louie! Aunt Meme!) and pretty close to running. He is climbing and adventuring and having a blast. He loves walking through potholes and into puddles. He loves trucks and the fires and dancing to music. He’s been sleeping well still (knock on wood!) and his eighth tooth came in, plus I think the 9th is on its way. He is full of little boy mischief, and we are starting to need to teach him what is acceptable and what is not.
We road tripped down to my parents’ house for Christmas, and the little boy was a champ – he slept almost the whole way there and back. He (we) had a week of Christmases, and the favorite gifts seem to be his Thomas-sized broom, his table & chairs, his little red wagon, and anything with wheels or that can be used to build! Thanks to all of you who gave gifts. He is a very fortunate little boy.
He’s a blast, this kid.
Thomas has been a busy boy these last few weeks. He’s developed an obsessive love of the record player and the wood stove, he visited with his Grumpy and G-Ma who came to town for Thanksgiving, and he took an epic expedition through the woods near Ellsville Harbor State Park. That particular trip was so epic, that we could not take time for photographs. However, here’s a few pictures of other recent events.
he’s walking like frankenstein and crawling as fast as lightning and climbing up stairs and onto furniture. he’s learning new words (‘potato,’ ‘blueberries,’ ‘good day,’ ‘nonni’) and babbling plenty otherwise. he’s eating plenty and loving drinking water out of his own cup (or washing his hands in it. and beans. and scrambled eggs…). he’s stacking blocks and practicing taking lids off of and putting them on to containers. he’s dancing and just plain figuring things out. no new teeth yet, but lots of tight spots on his gums (and rough nights) that promise them soon.
he’s pretty much really impressive.
I used to write a lot of the tough things here, and I haven’t written much of anything lately. There are still tough things (sleep runs the gamut from great to terrible, he’s trying to escape most diaper changes by any means possible, etc), but sometimes it’s good to recognize and remember the good.
I love that my son now plays by himself for long stretches – roaming around whatever floor of the house we’re on, exploring the egg cartons and old ben&jerry’s containers in the cardboard recycling bin, playing with his toys from the baskets in the living room or in his room, pulling up to the coffee table, banging on the oven with his wooden spoon.
I love that he starts dancing within moments of music starting.
I love that he’s starting to do the toddler-squat, lowering his little body to peer at something on the ground.
I love how capable he is with climbing stairs and sliding himself off of our (floor) bed.
I love the way he sings into bowls and cups to hear the echo.
I love (much as it may be challenging) that while all of the other babies at library nursery rhyme time today sat happily and quietly in their mothers’ laps, my baby was the one screeching with joy, crawling around, and introducing himself to everyone, perfectly comfortable doing his own thing.
I love watching him devour any- and everything I bring home from the farm where I work: peaches, plums, apples, squash, eggplant, green beans, carrots, potatoes, greens. Not to mention yogurt, beans, lentils, oatmeal with almond butter and cinnamon, and all of the scrambled eggs we’re willing to give.
I love how much he loves our walks, either in the stroller or the carrier – seeing the leaves in the trees, the way the sun falls, birds, squirrels, people. And a special treat this morning – a wild grape vine dropping ripe fruit right in front of us (too many seeds – I didn’t share!).
I love how he chirps and smiles as soon as he sits up every morning, so excited to be awake.
I love how he kisses and snuggles. I love how he shares with us, offering bites of his food or the option to have his toys.
I love his soft, whispy hair, his chunky baby thighs, kissing his belly, the noises he makes (growls and songs and chatter and giggles).
Remember, remember, remember the good…