Let me just tell you, the phrase "terrible twos" is completely out-dated. Chubbs is now very proficient in using the word "no", climbing onto furniture, pulling things down from the table, opening doors (he's 90th percentile height-wise, so he can reach knobs and keys), tearing tissue paper out of the boxes, and basically doing the exact opposite of whatever we tell him. All this at 17-months!? I'm keeping my fingers crossed for when he actually turns 2!
Well, the good that comes with being his age now, is the speed at which he acquires and stores knowledge. We have come to realise that the associations he places with objects are amazing. He connects concepts, toys and words in ways that are beyond our imagination. He surprises us everyday with what he knows and the new stuff he's recently learnt; a lot of which we don't consciously teach him. He just picks it up while listening in to our conversation, or watching our actions. He's started counting 1-5 with us, stringing sentences together, and is now able to join the characters on TV in actions and activities such as jumping, dancing, singing, counting, etc.
We also gave him cod liver oil for the first time today, because he hasn't been eating well and is steadily losing weight. He was intrigued when I fed Fuzzy a tablespoon of it and was willing to try one teaspoon. But that was it. He didn't want anymore. I'll persist and try to give him at least a small bit of it everyday.
Anyhow, Fuzzy was on leave yesterday because the Superbowl was on at 7am, and it was his team, the Indiana Colts vs. the New Orleans Saints. Drew Brees (who went to Purdue with Fuzzy) helped the Saints to their first victory in a long time. Go New Orleans. I'm happy they won, because after suffering Katrina, they deserve to have something good happen to them. A couple of Fuzzy's college buddies who'd also like to relive the good old school days, came over to cheer their teams on, and we tucked into a pot of chili that we cooked the day before, and with corn bread and potato chips. Beany, beefy, tomatoey, onioney goodness!
After the morning's excitement, and lunch, we headed to our ice-cream haunt for a scoop again, and Chubbs had the usual waffle cone. He was a happy boy.
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With our tummies filled, we headed to West Coast Park for some fun in the sun. It was a glorious sunny and windy day; perfect for kite-flying. After only a few attempts, my hubby got the Ladybug in the air, let out all the string, and Chubbs got to hold on to the reel! He was well-chuffed and very proud of himself.
Most of the time, Chubbs just ran around excitedly, 1) picking up dead leaves (his favourite park past-time), 2) playing with long grass, and 3) checking his shadow out.
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We started packing up once we got bored. I loved how Chubbs sat in the shady comfort of his stroller, pigging out on snacks when Fuzzy laboured to tidy the kite up.
Chubbs got his first Happy Meal toy from Mac's afterwards, and that weird French bulldog toy thrilled him to bits. To cap everything off, we strolled to the car while watching a lovely amber sunset. What a perfect way to end our successful kite-flying excursion.
