Also, according to Ricky, “D . . . O . . . G spells puppy.” He has a toy with three letter words followed by a picture of that word and he’s catching on to the dog not a puppy one, but he lets me know that it is a picture of a chicken and not a hen.
Billy now has tooth number 5 (three on top and two on bottom). This one came down so fast we were caught off guard–the others have taken so long. He is a great eater and loves to feed himself. Drinking is another story. He likes using a cup, but the liquid (only water is allowed–his rule, not ours) just rolls right out of his open mouth and down his chin. Endearing, but frustrating for those of us who would like to be finished with the whole breastfeeding thing. This morning, I reused a bib on him for breakfast. He’d used it yesterday and it didn’t look too dirty. The bib is the kind with a pocket on the bottom to catch crumbs. Well, I was loading the dishwasher and letting him play with his cup when I realized he was chewing something. I watched him and he was digging into that pocket and pulling out leftovers! Cheerios, nasty banana chunks, hard clumps of cheese! Gross, but he was perfectly content.
With all the snow we’ve had, I keep Billy in the house as much as possible. I hate having my babies sick and so he experiences the snow by watching out the doors by his play pen. He talks to the dogs (which is why that window isn’t very clear–nose smudges) and really loves to watch Kevin and Ricky playing outside. He cheers them on and babbles about what they are doing.
Ricky has been somewhat hesitant to lie on his back in the snow, but Kevin finally got him to do a snow angel this weekend. Once he started, Ricky loved it and made several. Then he had to come inside and tell me all about it.
This is as brown-eyed as my boys get . . .
He’s always had a great tongue!
Ricky earned a remote control car (part of our potty training efforts) and we don’t let him play with it a whole lot. It just has one button that moves the car forward or backwards depending on how much he presses it or how long he presses it or just completely random as far as I am concerned. The thing turns and spins as it pleases too. Ricky adores this about the car. He squeals and runs and jumps and pretends that the car is going to get him. Here are a few shots from his last racing session.
Next is a jump so “The King” doesn’t get his toes.
The random steering adds to the number of times we have to pull the thing out from under the couch. And the car drives the cats a bit crazy too!
And here Ricky is running away from the car . . .
Usually Ricky isn’t interested in anything having to do with Billy’s food. He finds the stuff repulsive and does not hide his distaste. Even now that Billy is eating mostly table food, Ricky still isn’t really interested. But he wanted to help feed Billy the other day, so we grabbed the camera for it. After two or three spoonfuls, Ricky was done and went on his merry way. He didn’t do so bad–got Billy’s mouth each time!
I don’t know that Billy actually saw anything through Ricky’s “noculars” but he had fun trying.
great pictures 🙂