Let’s start with the not-so-cute stuff. Diaper changing has become a trial. A great trial. Sam does not have time to lie down and get a fresh diaper. It doesn’t matter if he’s just wet or has a small pile of poop in there. He doesn’t care, he has to go-go-go-go NOW! If I could have the core strength to flip myself over while someone much larger than me is holding my feet down to the floor, I would be the Yoga Queen of All Time. It’s amazing. Last week, Sam would lie still if he was offered a toy or two to shake or click together. This week, um, not so much. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve chased his little naked butt across the room, which actually falls under the Cute Stuff category. (I’m pretty sure that crawling while naked is the best thing in the world, if the squeal emitted from his lips is any indication.) In the evening, when Rob is home, we tag team. One person holds Sam down while playing with him or singing to him or giving him zerbets on his forehead while the other person whips the dirty diaper off, wipes, and replaces as fast as humanly possible. It’s a workout. At least it is for those of us (read: the parents on Center Ave.) who aren’t in the greatest shape.
But the other day, I was putting a new outfit on him and handed him of his shoes to distract him. He took it, looked at it, and lifted his foot and tried to put it on. It was so cute. He saw the shoe and knew exactly what to do with it. Shoe=foot. How adorable.
And he laughs after he sneezes. It’s so funny. “Achoo! Hee hee.” Nearly every time. It’s like his own private joke. I love it.
He’s getting so close to walking. He stands on his own for five or more seconds now and will lunge his body toward something he wants. And he loves to walk around the house using our fingers for support. Yesterday, it was 45 degrees outside, so we walked up and down the sidewalk. At one point, we stopped at a snow drift. He was on his hands and knees and I knelt down to make a tiny snowman. He took a couple of fistfuls of snow, tasted a little (it was clean snow!), and then held up his hand to me with this look on his face like, “Now my hand is wet and cold. Fix it.” It was pretty funny. I can’t wait for spring and dry earth, so he can play outside.