He climbs every piece of furniture in our house as high as he can go. He stands up on the La-Z-Boy recliner, then climbs the seat back and rocks it. I tell him, "Buddy, you are not going to be smiling when you fall down from there. It's going to hurt." He just grins at me, looking so proud of himself. I have to cook using only the back burners now because he can climb up to the stove. He steps on the handle of the drawer underneath the oven, then pulls up on the oven door handle. Then, whap! -- he slaps the stove top.
He is also figuring out how to use the little red stools his sisters love so much. The other day he boosted himself up to the kitchen counter, and I grabbed the camera to take a picture. But before I could snap a photo, the stool began to slide away out from under his tippy toes. Uh-oh! As I was rushing toward him, the stool slid away and he began to slide to the floor. He caught himself on his arms and hoisted himself higher on the edge of the counter where he hung on by his little chicken wings until I came to rescue him. I probably should have just let him fall because then he might have learned a lesson.
|Look at me, climbing up on the stool and brushing my teeth just like my big sissies!|
He gives kisses and high fives on request. I love it when he stops whatever he's doing at the word "kiss" and makes his silly version of puckering up -- smiling and smacking his lips together. He is also likely to slap you on the face or grab your nose and yank your whole head from side to side to show his affection. Sometimes we just grab each other's noses and laugh and laugh. But if I'm holding him and he slaps me or tries to, I just set him down. I let him know I don't like that.
I love his baby humor. He thinks sneezes, both real and fake, are hilarious. Ditto for coughing, burping, farting and hiccups. Every involuntary noise a body could make tickles his funny bone. Tim told me after the two of them went to Mass alone one Saturday night, he got the hiccups right before Communion. He would hiccup, laugh, hiccup, and laugh some more.
We dropped the 10 p.m. nursing, and he now sleeps from 7 to 7.
Here are a couple videos of Timmy that sum up the craziness I'm dealing with. Now that he knows how much fun the little red stool is, he hates to see one of his sisters using it. In the first video, Annie was helping me at the counter and Timmy was mad. Things like this are another reason why I've been keeping the morning nap around a little longer. He still kind of needs it sometimes. OK, I'll be honest -- I need it sometimes!
..And more fun with the little red stool. I would love to just put it up but that would punish Delaney and Annie who use it all the time.