Okay, Not All Is Endearing...

All rightee, that’s enough! It just ain’t all that cute to be sprayed with baby goo. Olie has recently decided that the best way to signal he’s satiated, is to spit whatever just came into his mouth back out. Not as a slow ooze, mind you, but as a spray. Since blueberries make a regular appearance in his daily fare, you can readily imagine the scene as he rainbirds the saucey mix onto his own bad self and all who sit nearby. Not a pretty portrait and certainly not one of his more endearing phases.

As long as we’re ranting, he’s also taken to pinching as hard as he can, most often your nose or lip or cheek, but any lose skin will do. And there’s hair pulling, though Justine gets the greater share of that nasty business. He's covered himself in bruises and knicks from falling down or crashing, smashing, bashing who knows what. He most definitely prefers mom to dad (for now) and makes that readily apparent all the time. And then there are the night terrors (or does he really just greatly prefer to sleep with mom & dad?). More still, he’s perfecting his whine-cry, so as to let you know when he’s dissatisfied, which as it turns out is a whole lot more often than it used to be. And boy, oh boy does he hate bedtime now.

In sum, as we round out his first year...Welcome to Toddlerdom!