Food and Words

The two most-loved activities at our house right now are eating and talking. Sometimes at the same time.

His fierce pursuit of independence has made meals messier and more time-consuming, but overall great fun. Behold: he eats yogurt without any help whatsoever, thankyouverymuch:

He is randomly and inexplicably either eating or rejecting certain foods, only to change his mind the next day, or later in the same day, or even later in the same meal.

He has become determined to do things by himself whenever possible, or at least help. We got him a "learning tower" which is this awesome platform with rails that lets him stand at the counter or sink and participate in everything from preparing meals to washing dishes. He LOVES it. In fact, several mornings now he won't even consider eating banana slices that he didn't slice himself. If he gets to slice it, he'll eat it. Otherwise, no way.

He is starting to string words together, like "hot toast" and "music on" and once he even had a little conversation with himself in which he asked himself if he could have more goldfish crackers ("bish") and then agreed to it: "Oh no! Ah-gon Bish! More Bish? Oh-KAY, more bish!"

We have once or twice glimpsed the beginning of the tantrum era, when he goes all limp and flops down on the floor saying NOOOONONONOOOOO, but at the moment he seems to get over it pretty quickly. In general, he is a bundle of energy and humor and fun.

(Ignore that horrid stain on the carpet, we're planning to buy a steam cleaner in the near future.)
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The comedian

Grant's sense of humor has been growing along with the rest of him. He loves making us laugh, and he likes verbal jokes as well as slapstick ones.

While eating toast at breakfast recently, he was holding a magnetic letter "F" from the refrigerator. We practiced making the F sound, and I said "F is for..." and he said "fffffffftoast!" and started giggling.
Sometimes when I ask him if he wants more of something (strawberries or whatever) he will lean forward in his chair and whisper very quietly "yes!...no!...yes!...no!" and laugh at his little joke. He thinks burps are hilarious (what is it with boys?) and lately he learned how to say "FUNNY!"

He also has a sense of the dramatic. A couple of days ago he flipped a wooden puzzle over to drop all the pieces, several of which landed on his feet. Apparently it didn't hurt enough to make him cry, but he put on his very best sad face, lifted his foot up towards me and said "OH NO! TOES BONK!"

Just in the last few days, he has decided that he is done with letting anyone help him with meals. At first he just didn't want us to break things into pieces, like crackers. He wanted them WHOLE. For quite a long time now he has enjoyed using a fork sometimes, but he didn't really care a whole lot. Now he loves using a fork, even for toast. Then one day I was giving him pasta for lunch and when I tried to feed him a bit he would say "NOOOO!" So I said, ok, you don't want pasta? When I put the pasta aside he frowned and said "PAAAASTAAAAA!" Finally I realized he just didn't want me to hold the spoon. Or even touch the spoon, or help him make the scooping motion with his hand. That lunch took a long time. :) Two days ago the same thing happened with yogurt. This means considerably more laundry, since he refuses to wear a bib anymore.

His interest in music is undiminished. In fact, he often requests "GAGA" (yes, Lady Gaga) to be played on the ipod. He starts dancing anytime he hears music. When he wakes up in the morning, most of the time he stands up in his crib when I come in to get him, points at his music player and says "MYOOO-ICK!"

I feel so lucky to have this joyful little person to say hello to every morning.
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Summer

Despite the unrelenting 100+ degree weather, we've managed to have a ton of fun so far this summer.

Almost every evening, and on weekend mornings also, when the backyard is relatively shady, we go outside to "play splash" with the hose and sprinkler and pirate boat full of water (sometimes the dog's water bowl too). It's most fun when the big kids play too, and often Sarah will get out the sidewalk chalk. She and Grant have a blast making art/messes in the driveway. All this running and playing in the back yard does have its downside, though.

A few times EARLY in the morning before it gets oppressively hot, we've gone over to a little park to play and walk around in the grass field next to it. 

Grant has just suddenly learned to go down slides fearlessly by himself.

He's also learned to go up and down stairs somewhat safely (on his belly), though if we're not vigilant he stands up and tries to go down the way grownups do. He doesn't yet have a full measure of respect for gravity.

His vocabulary has gone through the roof. For a while I was trying to keep a list of words he was saying regularly, but he went from about 50 to 75 one week, the next week was over 100, and now I've lost all hope of keeping track. He can and will say almost anything (or at least try). I get surprised on a daily basis by words he says that I've never heard him say before. Today he pointed to his wooden Zebra toy and said "BEEZA!" which is both close and adorable.

Yesterday when I got home he ran to me, put his arms around my legs and said "HUGS!" I love that boy.
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