Thursday, April 3, 2014

Cirque du sofa

Things are going well.  By some miracle, I got seven hours of sleep last night.  Not in a row, mind you.  It was split up into three sections, but it was seven all together.  D may finally be starting to understand that Mommy has to feed the baby in the morning, so he has to stay in his room and play on his own for a while.  It's very distracting to be trying to nurse while D is screaming his head off in his room.

I've been on my own during the day with both kids since Friday, and so far, it's not too bad.  We started up our gym membership again, so I have stuff to do at least.  The other day, I was in the kitchen washing dishes, and I noticed that D was being really quiet.  I came into the living room (because let's face it, silence is very suspicious), and D was lying on the carpet covered in baby powder.  Apparently, he decided to change his own diaper.  This was before we started potty training, so I guess it was last week some time.

 
This was how I found him.  Lying completely still.
That white stuff on his shirt isn't glare from the sun, that's baby powder.  It continues all the way down his legs.  Of course, being a good parent, I immediately grabbed the camera for future blackmail use.  He was very proud of himself.

His gymnastic abilities have gotten more impressive in the last few weeks.  He does back-walkovers off the couch.  He stands on his head with his feet up against the back.  He does front rolls across the rug.  Yesterday, he tried a new trick.  We got a nubby blue ball that's slightly smaller than his head from my sister and brother-in-law.  D put the ball on a pillow (he experimented first and found that the ball rolled too much if placed directly on the ground; he came up with that all on his own), put his head on the ball, and did a headstand against the couch.  On the ball. On a pillow.  I was surprised to say the least. He held it for a few seconds before he fell sideways laughing like a loon.  I'm now convinced our son is going to be in Cirque du Soleil one day.  If you add in that he was half naked and covered in powder a few days ago, it becomes really obvious.

Today at the gym, a couple of little boys became very interested in the carseat I was holding.  They wanted to see the baby, so I put it on the ground.  They immediately crowded around and started talking about how cute C was in toddler-ese.  D came running over, patted his brother's head, and said C's name.  He does this every time someone wants to see him.  He's showing off his younger brother.  I can't even describe how proud I am of him. 



C sticking his tongue out.

D asking C if he wants to share the bear; C trying to use his force powers to make D put the pacifier back in his mouth.