This past month, Bradshaw:
- climbed on top of the dining table and toilet tank (again & again & again)
- threw a carton of eggs
- flushed things down the toilet
- pushed a chair up to a kitchen drawer, got out a permanent marker and took it to our bedding
- pushed a chair down the stairs
- jumped in the bathtub fully clothed
- gave a "good game" to everyone who walked past us on the airplane
- grabbed the toupee of the man reclining in front of us on the plane
- threw a thrashing, screaming, back-arching tantrum on the plane whenever I tried to keep him contained to my lap
Despite all this silliness, this month has been one of the best--Bradshaw is becoming so incredibly cute we can hardly stand it. (In fact, we frequently grab him and mercilessly cover him with kisses.) He says, "lud you" and he's learning new words all the time.
He has an insane zeal for life. When he's excited, he'll shake his little fists in front of him (think "cheese Grommit") and he sounds like he's hyperventilating when I take too long to turn the page of a book. He coos at babies and then sits back and sighs with a smile (this really is funny; how old does he think he is?)
Here are other stories I want to remember from this month:
- I went to make our bed and noticed the lump under the covers. What had Bradshaw deposited in our fresh sheets? Of course! The toilet plunger. (Remember toy of the week award? No matter how much I shriek and gag when he touches it, he still thinks the plunger is the coolest thing.)
- Bradshaw understands not to touch the oven or stove. He points towards the oven and says, "Hot! Ouch." And then backs up several steps. Well, my siblings have abused this knowledge. One morning, while with my family in Utah, I walked out into the living room with Bradshaw and we happened to be near someone's ipod headphones--Bradshaw freezes and points to them, "Hot! ...ouch." Then we were near a hot, ouchy laptop and a hot, ouchy purse.
- Bradshaw's fascination with bugs combined with my abhorrence quickly led to him spouting the word "gross." While with my family, Bradshaw was sitting at the head of the table scarfing down a delicious breakfast. My mom crouched down beside him and enthusiastically asked, "Is it yummy?" Bradshaw replies,"Gross!" as he continues shoveling food into his mouth.
10 comments:
What an AWESOME picture of Bradshaw in the sunlight! :) And the stories from this month...oh my goodness. I almost peed my pants when I read that he pulled off a man's toupe! he he he he
I can't wait for Annie and Bradshaw to play together in nursery. They are so cute together.
Oh I miss him
And I am SO innocent of misusing the "hot". I must admit that I told him that the microwave was hot once because I didn't want him to leap at it with the hot stove right below.. but he didn't even fall for it! :(
103 days and counting till I see you guys again...
wow...a perfect silhouette picture...just the head is down a little. what a baby doll!!
Val - he's turning into such the little man! He's so lucky to have such a cute, fun, Momma!
What a great post!
The toupe story is awesome! That will teach that old man not to wear those tacky things. Good job Bradshaw
HE is sooo cute. It must be a fun age... Can't wait!
The RSS feed must have been late picking this up when you posted (I'm just now seeing it for the first time). The part about Bradshaw and the plunger in the bed is classic :)
Sorry- that above comment is from me. I made a dinky little blog and tried to post it on Craiglist to get some moolah from my old formal dresses. Apparently I was logged into the wrong account!
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