Boys and Weapons

School is done.  The baby is napping.  The older two kids are playing downstairs.  We have freezing rain outside.

This sounds like the perfect time to blog.  I might even write several and just post them over the next few days.  Or I might write one and take a nap myself.

Before I get back to blogging about our long-past vacation, I wanted to write a bit about Jeremy.

After weeks and weeks of gnawing on anything that he could fit in his mouth (the kids’ tae kwon do belts were a particular favorite, if he could get away with it), Jeremy finally had a tiny little tooth pop through last night.  He doesn’t much like showing it to people, but he doesn’t seem to mind if we want to stick our finger in his mouth and feel the tooth.  As he has been gumming my shoulder with his previously toothless mouth, I’m sure it’s a just a matter of time before I feel that exquisitely painful chomp of little teeth!  My other ones did that to me…once.

Jeremy has also learned to climb, and he frequently forgets that he can’t yet walk, so he let go of things and falls down.  Sometimes, he lands on his bottom, but he mostly lands on his face.  Ouch.  His stockinged feet slipped this morning while he was holding on to the dishwasher, and he managed to hit his head once on the way down and again on the floor.  Poor little guy!

But the funniest thing I’ve found lately with him is his affinity for weapons.  He got a hold of one of Elijah’s many light sabers the other day and was actually swinging it around and trying to hit things with it, including his sister, who was holding him.

Another time, he found a metal rod that goes in his portable crib and, after banging it into the mirror a few times, managed to crawl out of his room holding on to it.  This thing is almost as long as he is and makes a really loud clanking sound when it hits the floor.  He was very proud of himself.

What is it about little boys and weapons?!

Here are a final few pictures of our demolition baby.  Yeah, I do take pictures instead of stopping him sometimes.  Well, I did for awhile.  When he started getting out my cookbooks, I quit that!

Such an innocent expression! I’m waiting for the “keeping me young” part of having a mid-life baby.  Mostly, I’m just worn out from running around after him!

But he is pretty cute.

Have a great Thanksgiving Eve!