Old Post VI
Hi all, So while he took a short break when my parents were out with his favorite word...NO!, it seems that the word is back with a vengeance, only it's accopmpanied by a new word.
MINE! So I figure his whole vocabulary could fit neatly into a nice little schoolyard chant.
Ready? Repeat after me:
No Momma!
No Dadda!
Mine, Mine, MINE!
No Momma!
No Dadda!
Mine, Mine, MINE!
And so on.
Also, he seems to have morphed from Bunzilla, into Frankenbun...specifically because he is pretty new at the whole walking thing, he takes 5-10 steps at a time, with his arms out in front of him, in a kind of stumbling Frankestein walk. It's extremely cute. So Frankenbun it is.
Finally, the score in the house is Furniture 3, Isaac 0. He seems to be magnetically attracted to minor head contusions... While my parents were here, he smacked face first into the Laminate floor and got a big fat lip. The next morning, he shook the wardrobe in our bedroom until a Tea Lite fell off and landed on his head.
Meanwhile, this morning while I was doing something in the bedroom, he smacked his head right into the corner of our dresser, and about an hour later pulled several hardcover books from his bedroom bookcase (which I hasten to add is firmly attached to the wall) onto...you guessed it...his head.
On the plus side, little injuries don't seem to bother him. We tend to joke that because of who we are, Isaac will grow up hating books, and wanting to do nothing but play football all the time...but with the way his pain tolerance seems to be shaking out, he might just be able to make a go of professional sports.
Hi all, So while he took a short break when my parents were out with his favorite word...NO!, it seems that the word is back with a vengeance, only it's accopmpanied by a new word.
MINE! So I figure his whole vocabulary could fit neatly into a nice little schoolyard chant.
Ready? Repeat after me:
No Momma!
No Dadda!
Mine, Mine, MINE!
No Momma!
No Dadda!
Mine, Mine, MINE!
And so on.
Also, he seems to have morphed from Bunzilla, into Frankenbun...specifically because he is pretty new at the whole walking thing, he takes 5-10 steps at a time, with his arms out in front of him, in a kind of stumbling Frankestein walk. It's extremely cute. So Frankenbun it is.
Finally, the score in the house is Furniture 3, Isaac 0. He seems to be magnetically attracted to minor head contusions... While my parents were here, he smacked face first into the Laminate floor and got a big fat lip. The next morning, he shook the wardrobe in our bedroom until a Tea Lite fell off and landed on his head.
Meanwhile, this morning while I was doing something in the bedroom, he smacked his head right into the corner of our dresser, and about an hour later pulled several hardcover books from his bedroom bookcase (which I hasten to add is firmly attached to the wall) onto...you guessed it...his head.
On the plus side, little injuries don't seem to bother him. We tend to joke that because of who we are, Isaac will grow up hating books, and wanting to do nothing but play football all the time...but with the way his pain tolerance seems to be shaking out, he might just be able to make a go of professional sports.
posted by Jason Allen at 10:08 PM
1 Comments:
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