I've been getting a lot of comments lately that Grant is at "such a cute age." He is. He's 16 months old. He jabbers, he sings, he imitates what the big kids do and toddles around quite adorably. He also screams, runs away from me in public places, lays down on the ground in protest (goes "boneless") and screams more and hits things out of frustration when he can't communicate with us. He also writes on himself every chance he gets, eats inappropriate things (but refuses to eat real food) and wakes up at 4:30 in the morning...ready for his day.
Today at the doctor as he was screaming and running around, turning the lights off on the lab techs while they tried to take John's blood and causing general havoc (everyone at the clinic now officially hates us by the way) I was trying to remember how cute he is and what a "cute age" he is at. That helped a little...but not until I was well away from the doctor...and the judgmental stares of all around us were but a distant memory.
I'm really working on getting this kid to talk a little more so he can
tell us what he wants instead of just screaming for everything. :) He
is cute though. I keep telling myself that.
Grant Guptill: free form artist (notice the leg art below), cup thrower, early riser, little brother blanket stealer, boot try-er on-er, eater of floor detritus, Lego investigator, and adorable toddler.
And he definitely prefers his milk shaken (or thrown)...not stirred.
1 comment:
Ah, how familiar this sounds! Magnus has learned the word "no" and likes to scream it at me and arch his back when I try and buckle him into his car seat. Superfun. When he goes boneless in the middle of the parking lot I think of you doing this with a newborn as well. My heart goes out to you! We love you guys!
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