woop weekend at brother's place. Special thanks to Dante for randomly being on vacation in Mexico on the weekend my parents were like “hey, wanna come visit?”
At 22 months, BB is entering tantrum age, although we didn’t see that side of him this weekend. The park is a sticking point. See, the house’s garage door recently broke. It can be manually lifted and shut, but the chain is broken and they don’t want to mess with it and break things further. So they’ve been entering and exiting through the front door. Thing is, when they bring BB that way after daycare, he thinks they’re going to the park. And when it turns out they aren’t going to the park and are just coming home, he throws a screaming fit.
Friday was a rough day for brother. He returned home from a business trip at 2 am. He’s loaded with work because he has to write a report on the trip and catch up on everything that happened in his absence. Then after work, he brought BB home and BB threw a double fit due to NO PARK and NO MOM. (His mom wasn’t back from work yet.) But the household was at peace by the time we arrived in the evening. BB’s hearing is very sharp, so we have to talk about the P-A-R-K unless we’re imminently going there.
Anyway, Saturday was a great day for everyone. The life of a boy: You wake up to a house full of people who want to play with YOU. For breakfast you have half a slice of toast with egg and cheese from Grandpa’s plate (food tastes best when it comes from Grandpa’s plate). In the morning, you go to the park. Then it’s pizza for lunch and a long nap and an hour of Sesame Street on Grandma’s lap. Then you go to the park AGAIN. You go down the slide like 20 times and you get to pet a dog and see a helicopter and pick up tons of cool rocks. A perfect day.
Brother and his wife also had a great Saturday. In the morning, they basically plonked BB in our midst and then went back upstairs to sleep for a few more hours. Then in the afternoon they went out to, uh, inspect paint swatches and other fun adult stuff. They’re building a house and want to make sure the exterior is just the right shade of blue.
BB's doing the word explosion, but quietly. He doesn’t speak often, preferring to point or use his custom nonsense word (this weekend it was “a-də-də”), but the list of words I’ve heard him say is long enough I have trouble remembering them all. Among others, there’s mama, dada, Grandma, Elmo, na-na (banana), ba-ba (any berry), ga-na (granola), wa-wa (water), no, more, gone, mine, po-po (apparently Chinese for “carry me”), uh-oh, oh no, bye-bye, and mao (mouse). He also knows a bunch of debatable words/sound effects like “oof” and “baa.” He loves sound effects. He learned “oof” this weekend because he was picking up Mom’s mini cooler, which is rather heavy for him, and every time he picked it up I was like “oooof!!” Later that day he was straining to open the sliding door and said “ooof!” so, he gets it.
Interesting thing: He’s starting to associate numbers with holding up fingers. At the park, there was a board with various numbers. He would point at them and I would read them off (“one! two! three!”) and each time he would hold up a certain number of fingers. It wasn’t the right number, but he’s got the spirit.
He was also stacking up alphabet blocks, but just the red ones, with the red side face-up. He picked up one with no red and set it to the side—it didn’t belong in the stack. As we know, the color red is associated with the militaristic nation of Fenn Aries.
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