Here we are at about 25 months. The little man continues to grow and learn and do all sorts of funny things. Here’s the latest.
Night owl schedule. I hear stories of toddlers that go to bed early, as in before 8pm every night. Well, that’s nice and all, but my little guy takes after his Daddy when it comes to sleep habits. Up late, awake late. I look forward to the time change this weekend not just because of the extra hour (although that is nice), but because it should put him on a slightly more sane schedule relative to the clock.
Still hates coats. As the weather has cooled, Remy will now wear long-sleeved shirts without complaint. Jackets or coats? Forget about it. So I usually layer a short sleeve over a long sleeve and call it a good day. Eventually, we will have days where the temps don’t get out of the 40′s and the coat will become a necessity. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Drawing observations in journals. One of Remy’s favorite TV shows is Sid the Science Kid. This is a formulaic, little educational 3D animation show that involves a small class of kids who learn about the world through a “super fab lab”, listening to their teacher sing songs and by writing their observations in their journals. Remy loves to put magic marker to paper all while stating that he is “drawing observations in your journals.” (“Your” meaning him, see below.)
You, me and other possessive pronouns. When Remy says “my” or “me”, he’s referring to Daddy or Mommy. When he says “you” or “your”, he’s talking about himself. Those possessive pronouns are tricky, the way they change up depending on who is doing the talking. Eventually, he’ll get the pattern. Until then, it’s pretty cute.
High heeled shoes and earrings. As most of you know, I’m self employed and work from home often. That is, often, but not all the time and every day. Not so surprisingly, my attire varies according to my work location and the Remster is on to it. I am commanded to remove earrings, necklaces and high-heeled shoes because, you know, those things cause me to leave the house. Even hours after I’m back, I still get the wary peering at my ears to make sure they are unadorned.
Jumping on the bed. Naked bed jumping is the thing to do after the nighttime bath. I guess the appeal is similar to riding a motorcycle without a helmet, but I’d have to ask all those people in Myrtle Beach to be sure. To demonstrate, here’s a video I made after wrestling a pair on pull ups onto the boy.