Communication has been the biggest struggle this month. You know exactly what you want, but aren't able to communicate it. Daddy and I take a lot of guesses, but we're rarely ever right. You do a lot of grunting and pointing, trying to let us know exactly what you need. You've recently gotten better about trying to communicate and use words, but we can't understand much of it, which makes you even more frustrated.
Eating cheerios. My favorite part of the video is
the disappointment in his voice when we drop it. Too funny!
Your new favorite word is "okey dokey" and you use it often. You also say the word "hokey pokey" which sounds very similar to okey dokey, but when you start spinning in circles that helps clear things up for us. You're really great about saying "thank you" all of the time, but have suddenly forgotten how to say "please." You like to let us know that you're "all done" at the dinner table, but you don't always mean it, so we continue to try to feed you until you tell us about 3 times.
You are very destructive. You love to dump your all of your toys out of the toy box and throw all of the pillows and remotes off of the couch and onto the floor. You own about 30 balls and you love to throw them at everything (walls, windows, door knobs, light switches and picture frames). Your arm is now strong enough that you have to be strongly redirected hourly (at least) about where you can and cannot throw the balls.
Playing with the balloons that they surprised me with on my birthday.
Beckett hasn't stopped playing with them. It'll be a sad day when they deflate.
You are noisy. You like all of your musical toys and aren't happy unless they are all playing at the same time. You like to dance to the music on tv and have just started singing along to songs with me. Your timing, rhythm and tune are all off, but it makes for an interesting, yet original, duet. You've recently learned to scream and you scream when you are both happy and mad.
You went to your first Oklahoma State football game and loved it. You loved the cheering, the music and the mascots. You made it through the parade, the tailgating and the entire football game. You were such a trooper!
Reading your Oklahoma State book in preparation for the big game:
You will do anything to entertain, and if we laugh at you once, you'll repeat it 100 times. Even if it involves running into the wall or hitting yourself in the head with a ball.
You have the grandparents trained to clap at anything you say. Here's a video of you entertaining all four of your grandparents and your great-grandfather. I can't imagine why you're spoiled ;)
You got your first big boy haircut this month and now you look even more like a little boy than a baby. Boohoohoo. I refused to get your haircut until you had enough hair on top to cut, but the back finally got so thick and long that I decided to go ahead and have it cut to keep it from turning into a full-blown mullet.
I just hung the paper lanterns in your room (they were in your newborn nursery, but not in your apartment nursery), and you are obsessed with them. You run into your room pointing and saying "ball" and get upset when I won't take them down for you to play with.
The only time you stop moving is when you are sleeping. You run everywhere and rarely ever walk. You run into other rooms without even slowing down to turn the corners. You've run into the end of our table several times and I refuse to buy a coffee table because I know it won't be worth the money we'll have to spend on hospital bills. You are climbing on everything and never worry about falling off.
You are a HUGE fan of McDonalds. We don't go there very often, but you love their french fries. Every time we go, I order fries and tell you that they are "hot, hot" and have to blow on them before I can give them to you. Now, any time we pull into the McDonalds parking lot, you immediately start saying "hot, hot", "hot, hot."
Oh, and have I mentioned your love for guacamole? You've been a little more picky about food recently but for some reason will eat a bowl full of guacamole. Strange...
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