This is your scooter. You love it. You love to push it, climb on it, walk with it, and take rides on it (when we push you). You have a few toy cars and you crawl and push them all over the floor. When you hit a wall, you get frustrated until we turn you around and you crawl the other length of the apartment, until, of course, you hit another wall. With this new found movement, you have turned everything into a car for your pushing game- bottles, other random toys, and paper. You have also made it one of your life's missions to pull the door stop out from the wall. So much so, that sometimes you pull yourself into the wall and then its a battle for you to pull the doorstop, while pushing yourself away from the wall. You're just so dang strong! And determined!
You got really sick for the first time this month. Just a bad case of the flu. Other than this, you've had one ear infection and a runny nose for 3 days, so we've counted ourselves pretty lucky. Over the course of your flu, you developed a nasty rash all over your body. If you enlarge the photo, you can see the red dots all over him. It lasted about a week, you slept a ton, but after that you were back to mach 3 normal speed.
Dad is definitely your favorite person to play with. You have this crawling game that you play and its your favorite thing in the world. It basically consists of Dad crawling across the floor, you squealing in excitement and quickly following him. You could do that for hours, although sometimes you get distracted like with a major vent that you can run your tongue along.
Playing with Dad. Not sure why you were like this- probably tired and taking a break from the screaming crawling madness. You have picked up some speed in your crawling capabilities and you are really quick! One day you were crawling so fast, I guess you forgot to slow down before your head smashed into the wall. You didn't even cry and Dad and I just laughed.
You with
Liesel and
Aurick, our neighbors (and your biggest fans) from downstairs. You still crawl up to the window to bang on it, except you have moved up to banging toys on the window, instead of just your hand.
This is your scooter. You love it. You love to push it, climb on it, walk with it, and take rides on it (when we push you). You have a few toy cars and you crawl and push them all over the floor. When you hit a wall, you get frustrated until we turn you around and you crawl the other length of the apartment, until, of course, you hit another wall. With this new found movement, you have turned everything into a car for your pushing game- bottles, other random toys, and paper. You have also made it one of your life's missions to pull the door stop out from the wall. So much so, that sometimes you pull yourself into the wall and then its a battle for you to pull the doorstop, while pushing yourself away from the wall. You're just so dang strong! And determined!
You got really sick for the first time this month. Just a bad case of the flu. Other than this, you've had one ear infection and a runny nose for 3 days, so we've counted ourselves pretty lucky. Over the course of your flu, you developed a nasty rash all over your body. If you enlarge the photo, you can see the red dots all over him. It lasted about a week, you slept a ton, but after that you were back to mach 3 normal speed.
Dad is definitely your favorite person to play with. You have this crawling game that you play and its your favorite thing in the world. It basically consists of Dad crawling across the floor, you squealing in excitement and quickly following him. You could do that for hours, although sometimes you get distracted like with a major vent that you can run your tongue along.
Playing with Dad. Not sure why you were like this- probably tired and taking a break from the screaming crawling madness. You have picked up some speed in your crawling capabilities and you are really quick! One day you were crawling so fast, I guess you forgot to slow down before your head smashed into the wall. You didn't even cry and Dad and I just laughed.
You with Liesel and Aurick, our neighbors (and your biggest fans) from downstairs. You still crawl up to the window to bang on it, except you have moved up to banging toys on the window, instead of just your hand.
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