The kids are in bed. Yay.
Joe can almost sort of sing the alphabet song. He can name several of the letters when you point to them (A, B, F, H, M, T are the ones I'm aware of) and tell you what they sound like. (This is thanks to the Leap Frog alphabet magnets on our refrigerator.) He likes to jump as he makes the 'B' sound.
He has taken to dropping to the floor in protest of something he doesn't want to do. This is especially fun in stores. If he suddenly decides he doesn't want to leave an area, or walk, or be carried, or whatever, he will plop down on the floor and give me that look that I thought only teenagers gave. As long as there is no major foot or cart traffic, I usually just walk off and stop at a distance that tells him I am not going to cater to his behavior, and it doesn't take too long before he decides it isn't worth it and follows me. Today was extra funny, because instead of getting up to walk, he decided to scoot for a while. (Kind of like a dog trying to wipe its bum in the grass.)
He has gotten very good with the word 'no.' Using it, I mean. Whenever I ask him to do something, and he decides he doesn't want to, his 'no!' sounds like 'I can't believe you even dared to ask me!'
'Monkey see, monkey do,' must be his unspoken motto. He follows right along with most of what Finley does, and if Finley gets something, he wants the same thing, too. The only area where this causes some tension in the house is when he wants to dress up, or get his fingernails painted like Finley does to be 'pretty.' One day, he insisted on putting on a dress-up gown, then walked into Reanna's room and asked, "Joe pretty?" Chris doesn't like this too much.
Joe is still super sweet and cuddly. He will frequently wriggle his way into my lap, and still likes to lay his head on my shoulder and just hang out like that.
Recently, he has started saying 'sorry.' If he did something to hurt Finley (usually by accident), I'll ask him to say sorry, and he will, then hug and kiss her.
A few more things he loves and/or is fascinated by: trains, planes, helicopters, busses, tractors, running around, playing with tools, riding or playing in the truck or Daddy's work van, watching the washing machine do its thing, and, just recently, getting a cup and filling it with water from the refrigerator's dispenser.... and then dumping it in the trash can so he can do it again.
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You may have thought of this already, but maybe you could print out the blog entries that you've written about the kids and keep them tucked in their baby books - in case you don't get around to filling in those pages. Plus, all of these writings will be a great treasure for them later in life, and who knows where technology and the internet will be in 20+ years, so it might be good to have them archived on old-fashioned paper.
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