The Fury Speaks

To my great surprise, Quentin's vocabulary is exploding already.  I expected him to be closer to 18 months like his brother, especially since he didn't even attempt to speak before he was 11 months old.

Now, at a week past his first birthday he's saying:
Mama
Dada
Dee (Odie)
Ba'ball  (basketball)
Rawr (hands up like claws, clear as day)
Papaw
Mamaw
Dah (dog)
Ticka-ticka (tickle tickle)
Ba (ball)
Wow!
Nana (for food)


He also signs more and eat.

Vertical Thinking

Miles is fascinated by the hatch in his ceiling that leads up to the attic.  He's spent many mornings recently brainstorming ways we could get up there to hang out with family and friends.  We started with ladders, of course.  Then jumping on the bed to get higher.  After that he thought of driving up or taking a train, but realized quickly that those wouldn't work since there are no roads or tracks.  He came to the obvious answer- a rocket ship!


I thought he'd exhausted all of his ideas, but this morning he came up with one more.  "Mommy, we could use my basketball!"


"Well, that might get the door open, but how would it help us get up there?"


"We'll hold on tight and have someone else shoot the ball up there!  Mamaw Pam can do it."

Slacker

I've been terrible about updating since Quentin started walking and things got crazier around here!

Soon I will post a nice long post with funnies and milestones from the past 3 months!

Steppin' Up

Quentin took 4 or 5 steps from Nathan to me this morning.  Real, steady steps!  He's done the one, half stepping, half falling thing before, but this was the real deal.


9 months old.  We're in trouble.

Potty Humor

Miles has been mostly potty trained for about a month and a half now.  He just decided he was going to go on the potty one day, and that was that- for the most part.


Aunt "Bickie" took him to the potty one day and he told her she needed to take his shoes, pants and undies off.


Aunt Bickie:  You don't need to take your shoes off.
Miles: Yes I do!
Aunt Bickie:  I bet your daddy doesn't take his shoes of to go potty.
Miles: My daddy stands up to go potty.  Of course he doesn't take his shoes off!  I'm can't stand up yet, I'm too little!

And THEN

Miles is telling a lot of random little stories lately.  It's clear that I ask, "What happened THEN?" frequently because every sentence of his stories begins with, "then..."


"Last week I bumped my head.  Then my mommy asked if I was ok.  Then I told her, 'I'm fine.... I think.'"
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"This is a monster foot." (Pointing out his left foot to daddy while in the tub.)
"This foot is a boy." (Pointing to his right foot.)
"Then the monster chases the boy!" (He puts both feet up on the side of the tub and chases the right with the left.)
"Then the monster friend catches the boy." (Left foot lands on right.)
"I love that boy!" (Monster foot kisses and snuggles boy foot.)


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"I was doing like this at Mamaw Pam's house." (Standing on one foot with the other extended behind him, in an awkward, unbalanced way that reminds me of myself attempting back kicks in kickboxing class!)


"Then Aunt Bickie told me to put one hand on the couch.  So I did.  I put one hand on the couch.  Then I did this again.  Then in worked!"  (Holding onto my chair now, doing the same one-footed move, but less clumsily.)

Inventive Baker

Milo: Come look at my machine I made!
Mommy: Oh, a machine!  What kind of machine?
Milo: A cookie making machine.
Mommy: Can you show me how it works?
Milo: Yes! You do this (pushes lightly in a block with his fingertips, obviously hitting buttons) and the cookies go here, then they come here and they come out here. (He points to specific points on the machine, then hands me an invisible cookie at the end.)




At the doctor's office they ask if he can build a tower with six blocks.  Sure, he can.  And it bakes desserts!