Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Nick's Eleventh Month

Kids don't necessarily grow at a consistent rate. Nick has the head and feet of a two-year old, the legs of a six-to-nine-month old, and the torso of a twleve-month old. I've concluded somewhere in his lineage is Mr. PotatoHead.

The new game this month he plays with his mom is pinching each other's noses and yelling, "Beep!" He's got it down - he grabs my nose first thing whenever I pick him up. He also laughs out loud when we play "Head-Shoulder-Knees-and-Toes". I just can't seem to get the tune right, though. I think the mixture of all these Baby Einstein videos is starting to scramble in my head. The good news is we're stepping up to shows that Brandi and I can watch, too, like Fraggle Rock and the Muppets. He's also getting good at rolling the ball back and forth on the floor with someone else.

He's right on the verge of walking. He's taking a step or two unknowingly, and is surprised when he realizes no one is holding him up. Crawling is so 'yesterday's mode of transportation' as he motors freely throughout the house being an 'explore-a-saur'. He's also able to rough-house now, which gets me in trouble when his mother reaches for him and he tries to use a wresltemania move on her.

He's finally eating some serious food. He's loved peaches, beans, and a little adult food once in awhile, but it didn't agree with him. Another new trick this month is drinking from a straw. Nick seems to like apple juice; his mama bought some in little juice boxes for all the kids on a 'mommy lunch day.'

There's a new favorite toy in the house. It's a toy car (to go with his keys) that looks like the hood of a VW Beetle, but he can walk behind it by holding onto the top of the windshield. It makes all kinds of annoying noises. And along with toy noises, Brandi has taught him to cry like an Indian. And he can vibrate his tongue and lips (to sound like a motor boat.) You know, it's hard explaining all these goofy noises in writing. So no matter how many noise toys I try to control entering the house, you can't stop those from the kid's lips.

- Jason