Now back to motherhood.
James made himself dizzy yesterday by spinning in circles on the living room carpet.
Sometimes he starts turning circles when he knows it's time for bed and he's stalling. It's cute, and he knows I can't help but stop to watch.
These are sweet, sweet days. I will miss every phase we've been through, but Austin says this is the one he will miss the most. In the same breath, it is a sweet, sweet moment when the baby monitor stops mumbling and a great hush falls over the house.
Mister Independent no longer needs mommy and daddy. Or so it appears, since he has no problem sneaking all the way to the other side of the church building, or outside the grocery store doors toward the street, or all the way to the other end of the park with no concern about whether we are following or not. We thought we'd test his limit. See just how far he would go before discovering he was lost or missing his ever loving parents. He didn't have one. We hit our limit first, namely the street or the pulpit of the other wards sacrament meeting.
Oh, and this little dude is really starting to communicate with us! Which brings wonders and terrors. His most common requests are for "da da" (daddy) "ow-side" (outside) "mumumumumumumumumum" (yup that's me) "soos" (shoes) "ee" (eat) and "go."
I guess "shoes" and "go" mean about the same thing, one just follows the other. The excitement when those little green sandals come out is uncontainable.
The cutest thing of all: his discovery that he can be funny. And he LOVES it. Funny faces, dances, stomping in place, if we laugh once it will happen again and again. The best one was at the park the other day when he was exploring the field. Austin and I were being boring parents on the bench and James looks over at us, waves, and calls out "bye bye." We lost it. Whether he knew it was funny to begin with, or made the discovery from our heaving laughter, he kept up the schtick as long as we kept laughing. Turning around to say "bye bye" giggle and then start walking away as though he were off to bigger and better things.
|Apparently ears make great handles|
So am I.
"bla" (milk, go figure there)
"aap" (whole apples, he can down them all the way to the core)