|Parkour Baby transitions to stunt driving|
"a portrait of Mister G, once a week, every week in 2013"
This week's G is practicing his stunt driving on his moover truck (please note use of masking tape to keep the lid on - otherwise he will stick one foot in to use it as an oversized wooden rollerskate).
Taking stock, it's been an up and down week for the kiddo. He's being on excellent form in the daytime, full of energy and laughter as he starts his transition into the toddler room at nursery, but at the other end we've had disturbed nights with teething and colds, ending up with our admitting defeat and either PA or me in our bed with poor G and the other getting sweet displaced sleep in the spare bed.
His main discovery this week is music - he's enjoyed dancing for a while, but this is the first time he's really shown a preference for a particular song. And oh, it's a preference. The kid does not tire of Baa Baa Black Sheep, whether that's bringing me the nursery rhyme book, opening it to the right page expectantly and bouncing up and down when I start singing (Again and again and again. And then once more.) or pausing mid-gesture, like a pointer dog when he hears the opening bars of Gotye's Somebody That I Used To Know, which has been on a loop these last few days. I'd be lying if I said we hadn't made a regular evening bad dance party between the three of us. (I have an actual Gotye routine now. My moves are sick.) I'm so glad our living room isn't overlooked.
I think we are starting to see some real toddler behaviour starting to come through - a bit of mischievousness, a bit of asserting his control over things. A refusal to sit in the high chair for dinner when he could sit at a big chair like us, trying to poke me in the eye with his toothbrush for lolz (there were no lolz.) and driving his truck fast and furious around the living room - all the better if you've to leap out of the way. Each followed by his scrunched up nose grin. I thought I had a little longer before this sort of thing started? It's like now he understands more, so we need to work at understanding each other more.
And then he cuddles and laughs and chats away with me, all syllables and emphasis (if not words), and pokes his finger up my nose in bed and all is sweetness.
|look ma, no feet|
Snow, snow, snow.