Here are some pictures of him.
The other day I took him outside in the morning (he frequently asks for this – “Ouside! Ouside!”) and said good morning to the trees, the grass, the sky, the mountains, the neighboring houses. He said “Morning bird” and pointed at the mountain – there was a bird far off, very small against the mountain. He and Tia spot birds I wouldn’t notice.
He believes there is a monkey living in a gap in the bushes in front of our house. He makes a monkey sound and says “Monkey” when we pass it. We think he heard a quail in there and believed it to be a monkey.
This morning he waked with kind of a whining cry and after a while I went to him. He lay on my shoulder and I comforted him, and after a while he somewhat emphatically and sullenly said “Bed!” – and leaned for the crib, which I put him in, and he went straight back to sleep.
In the first five photographs he is holding bubble soap.
Photos 06 through 10 are a.. I don’t know what to call it. Sport he invented the other day and Tia photographed it. Over a carpet he stands tall and abreast, head high, arms and legs arched out, then lurches back and down into a seated position as fast as he can, slamming his bum on the carpet. Very Olympian, from the photos. These crack me up. I don’t know what to call this sport. Diaper slamming.
The last three are of him “removing” his own nose, like Mr. Potato head, as his aunt showed him.
He also teeters on his toes on a ledge provided at the edge of a couch, holding onto the arm rest, says “Ooooooooo -” and then jumps back and onto his bum on the ground (to a pillow we provide). He takes us both by the hand and leads us up to this same ledge and waits for us to do the same.
He is very entertained by ring-around-the-rosy.
Darling as always. I love the warrior stance.
Such a dear littleone. He has such a warm glow to his soul and his smile melts your heart into a puddle of goo. He seems to be a good and kind spirit.