What a week! Mom and Dad attended another Boot Camp, this one for Latin Dances like the Rumba. It sounds like they had a great time with their friends, especially the ones who were down from Minnesota, and they really developed a new understanding of what the dance is all about. Matthew is still in Calgary, and he took a trip with a couple of other crewmembers to see Banff on one of their days off. Thomas and I spent a lot of quality time together, getting over his cold, and starting to go out and about again to the grocery store, the park and to the library.
So toddlerhood is definitely on its way. Thomas is walking walking walking everywhere, even on our stroller rides around the neighborhood (he likes to stop and pick up acorns or help push the stroller). He's started to dance a little --and loves to be picked up and bounced around the room to They Might Be Giants' "No!" Peekaboo is still a favorite game, played in the playpen by crouching down and popping back up again, or in the high chair by lifting and lowering his bib, always with a toothy grin. He's been busy putting marker pens into cups and emptying them again, and saying "doo doo doo" into anything that will give him an echo: cups, toilet paper tubes, rolled-up posters, blocks, pens ...(??) Mom and Dad say that today he was playing in the playroom and he took a cushion off one of the chairs and stood on it so that he could clamber up onto the chair! Wow! Now that's a smart monkey!
Sometimes I wonder if he's quite all there, or is this constant testing over and over again just part of being a toddler? For example, here's a typical interaction between Thomas and Chloe: *Chloe sleeping* Thomas delightedly puts his finger on her nose, as Matthew taught him "gentle." Then he excitedly rubs his hands back and forth on her fur. Then he grabs her tail and gets swiped by Chloe. Then he grabs again and gets swiped again. And again. And on and on until Chloe starts biting (enough to startle him) and Mommy steps in because she can't stand watching it anymore. How many times does he have to get swiped before he gets it? For that matter, I wonder if Chloe is quite all there, for sitting and taking it instead of running away! Or how about the time that Thomas is in the tub, and he spots the rosemary soap that Gretchen made for me. It's soft and quite worn down to a stub and so it's just the right size for him to grab. And put into his mouth. And then he fights Mommy off to keep it in his mouth until he realizes it doesn't taste good and he spits it out. And then ten seconds later I see him lunge for the soap again! I hope he doesn't develop an aversion to rosemary after this!
Well, it's all an adventure I guess, and these moments are offset by lots of lovely cuddles and giggles. In fact I feel so proud when strangers talk to him in the store and he stares at them suspiciously and points to me and announces with a tinge of belligerence, "maMA" as if to say, "Watch it buddy, that's my mama so you'd better not try anything!" Ha ha!
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