Yesterday, he stood for a few seconds on his own. It's nothing groundbreaking, but I love the look on his face as he tries to figure out what he's doing and why his parents think it's so neat. I think he could stand even longer, but he's a little obsessed with the camera and MUST have it NOW. Don't ask why he's topless. He just is.
Singing is also big in Mister's world. He'll sing a few notes, then wait. He does this in the crib (when he's trying to get our lazy bones out of bed and in to play with him at 5:30am), in the car, and in the stroller on our daily walks around the 'hood. He'll go "ah ahh ahhh ahhhhh ahhhhhhh!" and I'll respond with the same. Round and round the 'hood we go, singing back and forth, back and forth. I'm sure the neighbors love this 8am caroling. Especially because I'm such a stellar songstress.
And peeing. Oh, Mister A. Just when I thought you were over the "pee on your mommy" stage. Literally- two days ago I thought "I'm so glad he quit peeing on me during diaper changes. That kind of sucked." Fast forward to tonight. I'm drawing his bath, waiting for the cold water to turn warm, and as usual, he's standing naked outside the tub bouncing up and down and screeching with excitement. Seriously. You'd swear the ducky was a rock star. Or an awesome shoe sale, if you're me. I'm standing just behind him, one leg on each side of him to keep him from toppling over and smacking his head on the loo. Then, I'm wondering how it's possible that the tub is leaking out its' side. Then, I'm thinking this "water" feels suspiciously warm. Then, I realize my child is peeing down my leg. And he's totally nonchalant about it, like urinating on your mom's leg is just a part of everybody's fun Thursday evening. And he just kept peeing and peeing and peeing. I guess all those nips from the sippy cup will do that to a dude.