He's a funny guy. He isn't talking but he's pretty good at getting his point across by pointing, screaming, shaking his head no and getting into things. He loves to play outside. I hear it's going to be a cold and long winter. I hope people are lying b/c I can't be dragging three kids out of the house regularly and he can't be coped up all winter long or we're going to need to take all the furniture out of the house and let the kids just go bananas.
He's obsessed with pretzel flats. He carries this bag around the house all the time. He is even know to carry it up and down the stairs when he is looking for you and he can't quite let go. I imagine most of the pretzels end up on the floor based on how many I sweep up but a few find their way into his mouth. I have to hide the bag now b/c he gets in the pantry and screams at me to open it if it's not already opened. Oh - and he loves himself a bottle of milk. It's technically not a bottle...technically it's a learning cup, if the doctor asks.
His new favorite activity is playing with the water in the sink. I put him in the tower and turn the water on and wait until he spills too much water on the ground before I remove him and clean him up.
I am a genius. I refuse to buy a sandbox bc sand is a disaster. Miss M found a bag of sand in the garage so I found a bucket and loaded it with the sand and put it in the pool. It was relatively mess free. Until it rained. Now it's gross. Like sand.
After dropping Mimi off at the airport. I thought he looked funny/adorable. He fell asleep five seconds (not literally) later. Grandmas are exhausting.







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