Nick has become a YouTube junkie. It's just amazing to me watching a three-year old maneuver around the internet, mouse a-smokin', screens-a-flippin' and he has absolute intention of where he's going and what he's looking for. Last week, he found what appeared to be a nine-minute video of a food fight, but it turns out the video actually had historical undertones, and Brandi and I ended up watching it like four times along with him until we figured out what message the producer was relaying. Very interesting.I am reminded what true uninhibited joy is like when I watch Nick. He received a new toy for Christmas, a building-block set made of rails and blocks with holes in them, where structures are built for marbles to run through them like a maze (it's called Quadzilla, I think. He calls it, "Marble-ous!") When we build a new maze, he gets so excited, he runs in circles around the room, unable to sit still. He jumps up and down, dances a little, and yells with excitement. I can't remember the last time I was that excited about anything (at least not without some level of cautious optimism).
Favorite foods this month: mint Oreo cookies, real fruit strips (not fruit rollups, but the expensive organic stuff, and ham-cheese (a piece of cheese wrapped in ham). Most kids I know pick through candy or popcicles for the red and grape, but Nick is partial to orange and lime. I'm sure some psychologist has an explanation for this.
Lots of love in the air this month. He got a hicky from our Hoover when it took advantage of an innocent partner, hence the big red spot on his cheek. He's also chasing more girls at the Jumpy Place. He latched onto a 3-year old named Abby this week, took her by the hand, danced and followed her around for an hour, until their romance was abruptly interrupted when she was wiped out by a swing.
His imagination is expanding as well, as we're continuously surrounded by wildlife, like river dolphins and flying seals. And he sees alot more airplanes and red helicopters than I do when we're outside.
Something he came up with totally on his own... he sprints from the tub when we turn our backs, and races to the living room. Then he walks around on all fours, and yells, "I'm walking the lizard!" I have no idea where he got this, but the irony is good for a chuckle every time.
From the pics, you'll also see what happens when you mix a bean-bag chair with a three-year-old. Great photo op.
