I love him.
He loves to walk the streets. Closing doors, his nemesis. We take a lot of walks.
He's not into swinging anymore, he much prefers climbing up the slide. He has no fear whatsoever. He also takes the matching chair to the one pictured below and uses it to climb up and peruse the kitchen counters.
He also climbs a storage bin in the pantry to be closer to the snacks. He walks out with his arms full throughout the day. It's funny how he never goes for the healthy snacks. How does he know? How clever are the ad designers at the cookie companies that they are able to persuade even the unpersuadable?
He's a once a day napper, but they're good, solid naps.
He loves to climb. And chase/be chased. He's a big fan of full body peek a boo, now too. No covering your eyes baby games. You have to make your whole body invisible.
His new favorite spot is in a kid chair by the window. He likes to watch the cars drive by.
He still asks for Grandma, even though it's been three weeks since we left.
I really can't decide who he looks like. Most days, like Felix. Some days, like Simon. His personality is very much Sean. Ornery little fella. :) I think he's just a perfect blend of all of us.
He is all about destroying whatever the other two are intent on building. Forts, legos, coloring, he doesn't discriminate.
He has figured out what the little silver thing on the side of the toilet is. Our water bill is gonna be high this month. Flush flush flush all the live long day.
I can't believe Sean left when he was only nine months old. It puts so much into perspective. He didn't even have teeth, save a tiny little sliver of one, when Sean left. He was barely crawling. He was still such a baby.