I don’t have a lot of cute pics to accompany the posts, but the stories are cute enough to stand alone.
Elliott is so close to being a walker. Last Saturday, he kinda took 2 steps, as he fell into me (he may have just been reaching for me and I was too far away). Today, he took two legit steps. Natalie and I are witnesses. He’s also been practicing letting go of couches and coffee tables to practice balancing. Funny enough, when he walks with help, he often side shuffles – I just realized this is the motion he uses when scooting along the couch, so it kinda makes sense.
Elliott’s mobility means that he is always in his sister’s stuff…. she is good about sharing, some of the time. However, we have constructed a 2.5 foot by 1.5 foot section by the windows, barricaded with two ottomans, a chair and a terribly old TV stand. Elliott, wedges himself between the TV stand and an ottoman, desperate to get a look at what Natalie is doing…. building magna-tile houses that he would love to crash, organizing memory cards that he would love to mess up, or playing with little figurines that he’d love to chomp on. He literally spent 30+ minutes in this spot this morning.
And, in supreme cuteness, Elliott loves the family photos that we’ve placed in our dining room. There are 3 photos – one of just him, one of just Natalie and one of our family of 4. Elliott’s pic happens to be near where he eats, so regardless of which direction is high chair is facing, he frequently turns around, points at his picture and grins. He won’t stop until we acknowledge the pic. Of course, Natalie then gets upset that we aren’t acknowledging her pic. So, we basically spend a lot of mealtime looking at the pics on the walls.
Oh no… little buddy just woke up crying. 🙁 He has a cold again, so maybe that’s bothering him. I really should be getting to bed by 9:30, as we’re frequently woken up 1-2 times per “night” (this includes the 5:30am wake-ups) by a needy toddler (My pull-up is wet, I have crusty boogers, I couldn’t find my lovey) or hungry 1-year-old.
