I'm going to start calling Carmine our little tyrant, because he'll often walk into the living room, climb up on the couch and settle in all comfy, and then begin pounding his fist on the couch cushion, yelling "Mittmey, Mittmey, Mittmey!" Still loves his Mickey Mouse.
The boy also loves, loves, loves storytime. I brought him again this morning at a different library - we met a friend there - and he was sooooo excited - clapping and yelling and jumping! We'll definitely be making storytime a weekly occurrence.
When his sippy cup is empty, he'll tell you that it's "epty," and then ask you to "fill 'er up!" Hysterical.
He'll repeat - or attempt to repeat - pretty much EVERYTHING we say now. Two of his favorite words, though, are "dump truck." I think just about everything Santa brings him this year is going to be in some way truck-related. Grammy's getting him a baby doll, though, because as much as he's a rough-and-tumble little boy, he loves to pretend to feed dolls and hug them.
When we started going back to the gym after his weeks-long boycott, it was Halloween time, so they had all sorts of decorations up in the hallways, and as we came in and later left the building, he'd point at the decorations and say "monster - raaaaaahhhhh!" It's now been several weeks since the decorations were taken down, but every single day as we enter and leave the building, he says "monster?" and I answer "No, monsters are all done," and he repeats "Monsters. All done" while shaking his head sadly. This is the script. Every morning, without fail. I'm waiting for them to put the Christmas decorations up, so that we can move on from the monsters and he can start obsessing over the trees and snowmen.
At my chiropractor appointment last week, I was getting some instruction on an exercise I could do to help keep things in alignment now that I'm not needing regular adjustments. While my chiropractor was on the floor demonstrating the stretch, Carmine got right down on the floor and copied exactly what he was doing. He does the same thing when I come home from a run and I'm stretching out in the living room. The chiropractor was very impressed.
Our little guy is growing up so incredibly fast. I'm a little sad to see his babyness fading away, but more excited to be entering a whole new phase of our life with him. Despite the tantrums (and he is a master tantrum-thrower) and the screaming, this is a super fun age, and we are having some fun, giggly, good times.
Aww, it's cute that he's mimicking you and your chiropractor. Who knows? He might take interest in fitness as he grows older! Indeed, he's entering a new phase in life, so here's to hoping that it's an enjoyable time for you guys.
Posted by: Anton Houskeeper | January 17, 2012 at 08:05 AM
Hmmm... Carmine means Red, right? I think he's going to be an actor when he grows up... "Red" would then be a witty youth during his adolescent years. Maybe he'll be an action star and build his muscles. Or be a top-paying comedian doing funny antics.
Posted by: Darlene Fanning | February 05, 2012 at 11:03 AM