I've been meaning to do a post about Adrian all week and I'm finally getting around to it now. I started reading a book which is the biggest reason I haven't been getting anything done around here. The fact that I haven't been getting anything done is reason enough as to why I don't read very often anymore even though I'm a total bookworm.
I feel like so many things are really starting to click for Adrian. He was been copying words more and more, it's amazing how quickly he is able to make different noises now. The other day, as we were riding in the car, that song was on that goes something like 'na, na, what's my name?' and pretty soon I could hear him saying 'na, na...na, na.' Oh man, I guess we need to be careful about what he hears now! It's good though, of course, now when I read his animal book to him he can actually repeat the animal sounds which he never really did before. And when I teach him body parts he learns them really quickly-eyes, ears, hair, hands, etc. It might be a while before he says anything other than 'mon' when he refers to his drink. I don't know where he got that from. It reminds me of my sister Emily's Brady; he referred to his drink/milk as 'dinna.' That always cracked me up because it sounded nothing like milk, or drink, or cup. Now, my kid says 'mon!' And, he has to have a drink every 2 1/2 minutes. We forgot to bring his sippie to bible class one evening and he was like a broken record throughout the entire service, 'Mon, mon, mon, mon, mon, mOOOn, mon, mon, MOOONN....' Of course, even if we had had it, he would have taken a tiny little sip, pushed it away, and went back to what he was doing. But to hear him, you would think he was dying of thirst! The first thing I hear every morning, the sound that wakes me, 'Mon, mon, mon...heppa, mon, mon.' I'm trying to get him to say 'Mama' before I get him out of bed, I'm much rather wake up to that! The thing is, a few times I actually put him to bed with a sippie full of water and he still wakes up asking for it and usually ends up throwing it out of his crib. He even says 'mon' right before he picks up his cup to take a drink. Needless to say, it is so wonderful to be hearing a bigger variety of words from him!
He's also in shoes, he clomps around in our shoes or tries to put shoes on our feet.
He is really attached to his lovey. Not so attached that we can't go anywhere without it, in fact, it always stays at home. He likes to drag it around all day.
Legos are pretty awesome, for building things, making a mess, or the obvious one, talking on the phone. He takes two longer pieces and uses one like a phone, the other like the phone cradle. It's interesting to see considering that Jeff and I only have cell phones. He has seen regular phones before at Grandmas or at his friend's Grandmas but I didn't realize he would remember them. And the way he talks on the phone...he uses anything and everything. The best ones so far were a banana and one of my high-heeled shoes. You would think all I ever do is chat on the phone! Seriously, I don't, although, I do talk to Jeff once or twice a day during his breaks.
He answer either 'k' or shakes his head when Jeff or I ask him a question. Usually, when I ask if he wants to go n'night, he says 'k.' Oh, and that really melts my heart. He is so good about going to bed so long as he's ready. I sincerely hope he keeps that up.
He throws toys all the time. Or whips them really. At me, at the wall, where ever. He does it when he gets frustrated. He tries to do something that his little hands just aren't capable of doing and he gets so mad. He throws toys other times as well, at those times, I think he's just trying out cause and effect. This boy has quite the temper. He has been showing us his temper tantrums lately over every little thing. He cries and runs around. It's kind of funny to see.
We walked to the library a few days ago and as we were walking out the door Adrian found his sled (we have it leaning against the wall just outside the door) and was trying to pull it down. I took that as a 'I want to go sledding' so we pulled him in the sled instead of using the jogger. He was so good the entire way there, he stayed in the sled the whole time. When we got to the library, I helped him get up so he could walk (he has all his snow gear on) and went to open the door. I hit him right on the forehead with the door. He fell flat on his back. Ugh. I felt horrible! At the time, I though I hit him square in the nose so I was expected blood to start squirting out. Luckily, it was just his forehead and he was fine within a minute or two with a big goose egg starting to form. He wasn't really sure what to make of the library at first; there was another little boy playing with the toys in the children's area but he was too timid to play for the first little bit. Halfway back home, Adrian bailed out of the sled. It probably took another half hour to make it home with him walking so s-l-o-w-l-y and stopping to play in the snow banks. It was definitely worth it to see how pumped he was when I plopped him halfway up a bank and he was able to wiggle his way down on his bum.
Oh man, sorry this is getting long. I haven't been posting much about Adrian lately so I feel like I need to catch up. That's all for now!