So, little N is not so little anymore! He took his first few unassisted steps last week, is slowly getting weaned off mommy's milk and really enjoys to play now. With the winter slowly setting in, I have had the opportunity to dress him in some warmer clothing in the mornings. (Thanks for the clothes Auntie Em:-) And he thinks long sleeves are so weird! He examines his arms , tugs on the cuff and looks at me perplexed. What is this strange covering on my body?
He really gets into his toys now, but he gets very easily frustrated when he can't get them to work correctly. He knows for instance that the button on top his farm truck says "Moo," or spits out the tune of Old MacDonald when pressed, and if he pushes incorrectly and does not get a sound he makes a sound. And it reminds me of Old MacDonald's squealing piggy. Same scenario if he can't line up a shape to fit inside where it's supposed to. Grunting and whining ensue. I'm telling you, patience of a thirteen month old! Oh! And he loves to throw balls. He and M play "fetch," where one of them throws a small ball and they both crawl like crazy after it. Whoever gets there first, throws it again. And N almost exclusively uses is right hand.