With mobility apparently comes an appetite for more independence. Now that he can crawl and get himself in the sitting position, he's making the connection between wanting and getting. Want a toy, crawl to get that toy. Want a better view from the sitting position, get a better view by sitting. Get and want. (I'll pause for a second to let those of you who know J and me in real life pretend to be surprised that WE would have a strong willed child.) His 'gotta have it right now attitude' means nothing is sacred. My cell phone, my camera, and most unfortunately for the cleanliness of our kitchen- the spoon. I denied him the camera. I dug out my old cell phone and tricked him into thinking it was off limits, thus making it his favorite toy EVER. And tonight at dinner, I fought him on the spoon for awhile. I even tried to hand him his own spoon but only the spoon in MY hand would do. Fine. Have at it. I'll spend the evening scraping carrots and oatmeal off the walls. Relaxation and catching up on my DVR list is so overrated.
If you haven't eaten dinner and would like to keep your appetite and/or don't find food smeared faces entertaining, maybe don't look at these pictures.
hi! welcome to my blog, where i write about our life in durango, colorado. mostly i write about being a sahm to our three: anderson, vivian, and the newest addition, mabel gray (mg, mabes, etc.) yeah, three babies in just under four years. wheeeeeee! sometimes i write about stuff other than the mom stuff. like ... um ... okay, it's pretty much all about the mommyness up in here. i own it.