gasp! pace--what's that in daddy's pocket? look--quick!
it's tickle bird!
"all done! all done!"
oh, ok--tickle bird is sleeping. and snoring. pace, can you make tickle bird snore?
and we've seen a little foot up on the booster seat like this before!
max has turned into a little bulldog since he started crawling. if something is in his way, rather than going around, under, over, or try to move it, he'll crawl right into it, bonk his head, shake his head--just like a little bulldog!--and crawl right into it again, shake his head, crawl--he'll do that routine 4-5 times before he sits on his haunches and turns into a banshee--either hurt from bonking his little head so many times, or mad that he can't get through to his intended point b, or both. poor max--you'll figure it out!
pace adjusted really well when max was born--we didn't have any of the sibling rivalry or jealousy--pace was more than happy to help me getting a diaper, bring max a binkie, pat his head. since max has become mobile, however--different story! pace is constantly picking toys up off the ground so max can't reach them, and if he's playing with a totally different toy and sees max get a toy that pace decides he now wants, he'll run over and take it from max. we've been implementing corner time-outs. i set the timer for 2 minutes (for some reason one minute per year of age makes sense to me. when the timer goes off, i say, "ok pace, let's talk"), and pace will sit in the corner and cry up until the timer goes off. he's used to the time-out routine now: when the timer dings, he wipes his eyes, grins a big grin, and walks over to me saying, "mama, let's talk".
when max is on the run, pace's latest saying is, "no, no, no, maxwell--it's special!", and he runs away with his toy, giggling, because he thinks max is now playing "get you".
another cute pace-ism, totally unrelated to time-outs: pace calls dandelions "dancing lions." i didn't understand what he was saying until a few days ago we were playing outside and he blew a dandelion, and the seeds fell straight down onto the sidewalk, and then continued blow slightly back and forth in the breeze. he pointed and said (very animated), "look, mama! they're dancing! dancing lions!"
