Somehow our tiny little baby has grown up into a hilarious toddler-man.
He loves to kick and throw a ball. Every day he begs me to "kick, mommy, kick!" and will not stop until someone is kicking the ball with him. He likes hitting at balls, too:
We have spent many hours at the park down the street and in our own backyard. Since daylight savings it's been getting dark at 4:45 so THAT is a bummer but it has still been warm enough to be out during the afternoon.
We took Bo to a Titans game a few weeks ago . . . which now means he's been to a major league baseball game (in Boston as a baby) and an NFL game. I'm not recommending you take your infants and wiggly toddlers to ball games, but if somebody is giving away tickets and you're up for an adventure (or your babysitter has plans), it is possible to go with an open mind and have a little fun.
Bo actually did really well at the Titans game. He was enthralled by the crowd and the game for a bit, and when he started going wild, the people in front of us took him for a little while. Complete strangers, but they were grandparents and happier with our kid than we were at the moment.
Bo has such a special bond with his Daddy. He goes wild when Matt gets home. He asks for Daddy first thing every morning and then "Moo, Moo, Moo?" for Moose.
Bo loves books, too. Our once-extensive board book collection now seems puny because we have read each one a thousand times.
Poor Bo . . . that picture was taken one night after dinner when he was tired and I had JUST finished reading the truck book that he wanted me to turn around and read again . . . always on a quest to make sure mommy doesn't get anything done around the house . . .
After dinner time is tricky for me if Matt isn't here. Bo eats at 5:00 or 5:30 and when he's done it's dark outside but too early for bath. One night I tried finger painting. It was fun for a short amount of time, as you can see:
I hope I don't have a craft hater on my hands.
Last week we finally cut the wispy duck hair off the top of Bo's head. I was in favor of the trim until Matt moved toward his little blonde head with the big man trimmer and then there was some drama.
He just cut a little and Bo really does look more like a big boy. :(
Bo is getting more verbal and says a bunch of words, but also prattles on in gibberish saying things that no one can understand but him. He's also become really aware of his surroundings- he'll yell "CHOO-CHOO" when we pull up to the library that has a train table. He yells "guckins" when we get to his cousins' neighborhood. It's so funny that he can see things around him and make connections.
And by the end of the day, we're all pretty happy about bedtime.
