Little Kite Girl

Gah. A Yo Gabba Gabba reference. Sickening. (Followed by a Home Alone reference.  Better.)

Musical Tuesday! In which a tired, cranky Camper with two thousand more teeth than he needs breaking through his gums sat on my lap during most of Music Together. He still laughed and smiled and had fun, but did it all while sitting on me. Just like he’s done most things these last two weeks. He wants MA MA MA MA MA. He still plays on his own, but after about 30 minutes he would like to sit in my lap and read a book please. Wait, did I say A book? I meant 5 books. (And I’m seriously considering taking about $30 of the grocery money and going to invest in new board books…because I really don’t like I’m Going on a Bear Hunt and Baby Giggles isn’t that funny anymore.) I mean, I’m ecstatic that he wants to read so much, but I wish it wasn’t because he feels cranky and needs to be held. Although I do like to hold him. I’ve spent a good chunk of the last year holding my child, as have others.

He better grow up to be a healthy adult, darnnit.

So yes. We’ve got big teeth coming in, but in OTHER NEWS, he’s slept through the night MEGA SUPER WELL with NO BOTTLES AT ALL DAY OR NIGHT for THREE DAYS NOW. And me, like the crazy woman that I am, still gets up every four hours to check on him. To sniff the air around his diaper, and if I’m feeling crazy…try to hug him. I don’t think my child has sleeping issues, I know that I do. I could just feel it last night that I was going to have an “up” night, and I seriously fear that I’m turning into my Grandma June. The one who didn’t sleep for years. The one who made the bed my mom was sleeping in when my mom simply got up to go to the bathroom. And as I find myself thinking that 2am would be a rather peaceful time to go and sweep up a bit…I realize that I’ve already bought the ticket to crazy. It’s just waiting for the right time to cash it in.

So…new things my kid is doing. The SUPER CUTEST thing is when we say, “Where is Camper?” he pats his chest. For awhile he’d pat himself if we said “Where is _______” fill in the blank with anything. But I think he’s starting to understand that Dad is Dad, Mom is Mom, Camper is Camper….and he does get mixed up if I say that we’re going out…because the way I say it kind of rhymes with his name (not Camper)…but that gets too tricky to explain unless you know his name…so I think I’ll leave that one alone now. He took a break from saying Duck and Truck, but they’re back strong as ever, and we even sat outside and watched some real trucks today, and he said, “truck” in a low whisper…almost reverent.  I loved it.  He can also get himself in and out of his Bumbo seat, which is pretty cool to watch.

It actually seems like some of the “baby” things are coming back into vogue around these parts.

#1) The Bumbo: which he didn’t really dig as a smaller baby.  He loves it now, uses it as a drum and sits in it to watch TV or read.

#2) Baby food: He wouldn’t have ANY of it for a long while…so all those frozen purees just sat in the freezer.  But now that he’s all about the SPOON, he’ll down whatever I give him, as long as it is thick enough to cling to the spoon without having to balance it.

#3) The comfort blanket: Now, in addition to the BIG blanket that I lay out over his mattress, he must have one of the small receiving type blankets to sleep with as well.  And to crawl around with.  And on the back of his high chair.  And in the car seat.

We’ll have to see how this goes.

So here are a few random shots from the last week, just to round out this otherwise coherent post.

Did I mention we got a slide AND a cube from craigslist?  Thanks for your help, guys.

Morningtime in new PJs.

I’m teaching him to sort laundry.

The End.