Barrett says Da-Da, ball, hey, bath, 'Pa (for his Grandpa), and bye. He knows that someone heading towards the door or hanging up the phone is his cue to babble "bye bye". He also chimes in as I sing the bye-bye song at the end of his bath. He has learned to wave, but still looks at his hand in shock as it opens and closes.
Bear eats just about everything, but he's been indulging in a ridiculous amount of sweets lately. Between visiting Grammy, my birthday, and being spoiled by Sug, he is well-versed in cake, cookies, and ice cream. I fear we've all created a monster. His birthday cake doesn't stand a chance.
The remote is the boy's new favorite toy. He understands that pushing buttons does something fun to the tv. It's so cute to see him sit in the middle of the living room and point the remote at the tv like a big man. He is his father's son!
Despite being a complete monkey, Barrett has some very cuddly moments. He hugs me when he gets up from naps and gives me very drooly kisses when we're playing. He likes to wrestle with his dad and seems to understand that he can be rough his old man.
Bear's obsessions are anything with wheels and drums. He whips his head around the minute he hears an engine. He is perfectly content to sit in the front yard and watch cars drive by. Give him a drum or a bowl and spoon and the boy is in his own world. He likes to play to music, but will also crawl around the house with his drumstick firmly in hand. Funny boy.
In less than a month, I will have a 1-year old. The time has absolutely flown by...as has my child. Gotta go!
