Did I mention that he climbs? Up on the rocking chair in his room and the dress up treasure chest, on the coffee table, and now, on the toilet, from which he can reach and turn on the (thankfully cold) tap. He can now get on the couches, too. He can get down from everything pretty good, too, even off our bed. He has been climbing on and over his exersaucer, too; it's one that transforms into a play table when they outgrow the seat, but I think it's not quite up to his brand of abuse & will have to be retired soon.
He doesn't talk too much, but sometimes his mimicking is pretty understandable: "Where is it?" We're still waiting for "Madeline"... These last few days he's been saying "No, no, no" and "doe doe doe" - fun new sounds. We don't say no a lot (more like 'please don't touch'), so I don't think he means no; sometimes he gets it in at the right time, though, and makes us laugh.
He can get more shapes in his shape sorter every time we get it out - the hand eye coordination and determination are progressing!
|Enjoying a bowl of snow!|
He's a snuggler, and I believe it's the highlight of all our days when he tucks his head in our necks for a cozy hug. He's also quite attached, and if I have to go to an appointment, Sean needs to come along or else it doesn't go well... (Very sorry, Carla, for putting you through the screaming at the eye doctors.) He does love his Daddy, and he very often prefers to be with him when he's home.
He loves being out in the snow, walking and tasting, and loves eating icicles. So not his mama's boy in this temperature issue - he won't touch a warmed up magic bag, but he'll hold onto an icicle until he's eaten the whole thing and his hand is red. Craziness.