Mixing up names is not just a parent trait, or an Uncle Dan one either, Ricky has the disease, too. Pretty much daily, Kevin gets called “Momma.” I find it incredibly funny, Kevin just corrects the boy. For some reason, he never calls me by the wrong name though.
Ricky has finally discovered that his stuffed animals and toys can be his friends. Max the cat is still his comfort toy, but others are his companions. Last week it was a pink elephant, this week a small green Dumbo toy and a Blue puppy. His toy must do everything with him, including walking along on its own (it is very slow moving when Ricky is hunched over so his stuffed animal’s feet can move along the ground). We have used it to our advantage. If we ask Dumbo to eat, Ricky will eat. If we ask Blue to go to the potty, Ricky goes along. When the pink elephant helped give Billy a bath, he got a bit soaked, but Ricky didn’t mind a soggy elephant.
We got a tower for our cats’ amusement last weekend. Ricky helped me put it together and tried to put himself into the cat house. When he didn’t fit, he turned it into a home for stuffed animals. It not only gives the cats some exercise, but is an indoor jungle gym for Ricky, too. Billy slept through the whole thing in his swing.
This week Ricky noticed that the pieces of his Little People play things link together to form a big fence. One evening, after being put to bed, he pulled the pieces out, made a big circle, and fell asleep inside his fenced area. He was a little big and the circle was broken, but you get the basic idea.
On Mother’s Day, we had dinner at my mom’s house and all the family was there. We had angel food cake and strawberries for dessert and Uncle Tim shared with Cousin Danny.
Kevin watched the boys last night while I went to a church meeting. I guess Billy didn’t like the show that was on . . .
Billy just keeps getting bigger and more alert. He loves making eye contact and sucking on his fingers. At this point, he is almost a pound heavier than Ricky was at the same age.
