A lot has happened since our little guy turned one. He is learning so many new things, and it seems like each day I think “I didn’t know he could do/say that!” It’s always a fun surprise. He has grown to have a fascination with dogs. Whenever he sees ones, he points to it and shouts “doggie!”. It’s really cute to see how excited he gets. On the flip side, I’m pretty sure he is certain that Aspen is not a dog. He never says it to her directly. Maybe he thinks Aspen is a cat? And really, most small dogs he sees don’t get much of a reaction. The bigger the dog, the louder he shouts. He absolutely loves our neighbor's husky. Not that I blame him, because it’s a beautiful dog. His name is Khan, and he loves to lick Bryson in the face. How nice. Aspen hates Khan, but I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual. Ideally, I would insert a picture of Khan here so you can see the reference. But I don’t have a picture, so we’ll move on.
In addition to saying doggie, Bryson has learned to say other words too. They include uh oh (yes, that’s a word when you’re a mother of a toddler), hi, down, shoe, no (compliments of the demon child in his daycare class), turtle (said once but still totally counts), Mama, Dada, and his new word – Daddy. He doesn’t say it like you would assume, though. It sounds more like Da-deeeee, and he says it to me in lieu of Mama. He literally points at me, smiles, and says Da-Deeee. It seems no matter how many times I say Mama directly after he calls me this strange word, he keeps calling me that. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll take what I can get, but geez, that’s not even close!
Speed has become Bryson’s middle name when it comes to walking – and home destruction. He can take down EVERY toy he has, which as you can imagine is a lot, and scatter them in the floor in 0.7 seconds flat. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. His favorite activity is going to where his books are and pulling down every single one without a second glance at them. Sometimes he acts like it’s a race to see if he can beat his last destruction time. He’s usually successful, because before I can get to him to put a stop to the book pulling, it’s too late. The damage has been done. He is surrounded by 30 books that he has no interest in looking at. Then he’s off to the next section of toys. Occasionally he will help put things back where they belong only to dump everything out again seconds later. But I figure as long as he’s having fun and playing with his toys, it’s better than being mischievous elsewhere. Keep it up, Bryson!
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| When he stands in his chair, we tell him "down" and make him sit. Now, when he stands, he immediately smilees at us and says down!...then continues to stand. We'll get there. Baby steps. |
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| Please ignore the outfit - Mike thought stripes and plaid match. Not so much. |
Our neighborhood pool has now been opened for an entire month. We’ve had 4 full weekends to enjoy it. Guess how many times we’ve been…Zero! Zilch! Nada! Ugh. I blame my fabulous immune system for two of those weekends. I got strep throat one weekend and the stomach bug the other. Since I had to quarantine myself to the bedroom for both occurrences, that meant no pool time. Not cool. Then one of the weekends Bryson was sick, so we weren’t able to take him. Then, believe it or not, we were all set to go one time, and the stupid pool was closed for health reasons! Seriously?! I’m assuming that meant poop in the pool, but I’m not certain. Either way, we were NOT going. So that weekend we blew up Bryson’s pool (plan B) and he had a blast. Maybe this weekend we will have a chance to go to the actual pool. Fingers crossed!
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| Playing with his girlfriend, Julia. |
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| They match! |
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