Well, well, well. Here we are one month past Remy’s 2nd birthday and those days when he was a tiny infant are fading into a fuzzy history. He’s a little boy with all sorts of wonderful characteristics that does brilliant things. He also has some traits that are absolutely nutty- the kind of nutty where as a parent you have to decide whether to laugh or cry about them. I choose to laugh, because I’m just that way. Hopefully, some day Remy will realize that his parents aren’t laughing with him, but at him, and maybe change his behavior as a result, but I know that’s a naive dream.
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Remy used to love baths, and by used to, I mean a few weeks ago. Since then, we’ve seen a major change in attitude. Suddenly, it became progressively more difficult to get him into the tub. No amount of toys and running water coming from the faucet could coax him in there without a trip to meltdown city. I know Remy’s seen kids jump rope a few times, but not all that often, so I’m not sure where he got the idea to try it out himself with the yellow drawstring from my running tights. Gary was quick enough with the camera to get this video documentation of the event. Continue reading Another Toddler Video and Race Schedule Change Today Remy is 22 months, although I’ve mostly stopped giving his age in months and just tell people he’s almost 2, to which they respond, “Wow, he’s big!” Nothing new there, but here’s an update for grandmothers, other toddler parents and my future self to read about. In place of the 21 month Toddler Talk bulleted list of stuff, I give you three videos. So…one picture = 1,000 words x ??? frames per second and almost 2 minutes of video = a billion(?) words? Eh. Never mind the math.
That’s why I’m posting, even though I have a handful of smart-sounding topics started that I don’t feel motivated enough to finish right now. So this will be one of them pot-pourri posts, although it won’t smell nearly as sweet as the real stuff. Here goes. I was going to get this post typed up last night, but the little guy woke in the early evening and decided that he wanted to sleep on Mommy’s lap. This hasn’t happened in a long time, so I’m not sure what that’s about, but I can tell you that he doesn’t really fit my lap any more. Even with the assistance of the boppy pillow, his head drooped down near my knees with one leg flopped over the chair arm. It’s not a holiday. It’s nobody’s birthday. There’s no particular special occasion at all. I just decided that Remy was old enough for certain items, so we’ve been on the Craigs List look out for reasonably priced versions of the wish list. Here’s a few short videos of the big Remmer’s recent antics. Now for the family members and a time-stamped record of Remy-isms I can return to in years hence, I give you the Toddler Talk series. |
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