ups.
1. coordination. i am relieved to report that atticus has taken after nelson in the coordination department. he is easily opening up the mouthwash (this requires a push and turn that i think i mastered before age 10. maybe), inserting the bubble wand in a long bubble container like this and kicking a ball with aplomb. those of you who took any kind of gym class with me, know even kickball was challenging for me.
2. humor. the unexpected and the unusual seem to tickle atty's funny bone even more than the cosby show these day. the geico camel commercial produces a screech of delight followed by "camel! camel!" and the most ridiculous cackle. i can also get him going pretty well with my latest one act play starring george (the stuffed monkey, duh), mr. monks (little monkey) and mama monks (sock monkey) as a family that just wants mr. monks to have a clean diaper. oh mommy, you are so funny. i know, i know.
downs.
1. spaz factor. coordination does not mean grace. at least not in this case. atticus runs into people, he trips, he falls, he does not look where he is going, ever. i know this is true toddler behavior to a T, but also, it is me, at age 35. i pray it's a stage, but i fear one day he will step on the toilet to look in the mirror and then step onto a R2D2 pez dispenser and spell a few curse words as his toddler looks on curiously.
2. stairs. we went to the playground a few weeks ago and i realized that not every child is hurdling themselves off of steps. some of they grasp the concept of pain, falling and even, depth. one little girl, who was possibly younger than atty, was basically practicing going up and down the steps, very slowly and carefully, while holding the gd railing. that little b was basically rubbing it in our faces. the good thing is that we didn't have a lot of time to be humiliated because i was too busy chasing atticus up the playground structure. since that occurrence, we've been trying to take atty slowly up and down the stairs. it's going okay. sort of. i still can't imagine when he could possibly walk up and down the stairs alone. hopefully soon, since i don't want to be like blossom carrying my kid around at age 10.
inbetweens.
1. fruit demands. the boy loves his fruit and between the two of us we've been eating a pretty ridiculous amount of fruit every week. last week we gobbled up five mangos, two pounds of strawberries, one pint of blueberries, two lbs of cherries, a watermelon and too many clementines to count. oh and all the fruit for semi-weekly juicing. anyway, every time i build the house, i get fruit demands. i am happy to oblige but i've noticed that these demands are not coming with please and thank you, which makes this mama a wee bit upset. the word please is only used when begging for more goldfish. sigh, at least he is happy to eat fruit in place of cookies. baby steps.
*photo courtesy great aunt lynn*
original idea inspired by jen loves kev.
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