Greyson - February 2013

Continuing to consolidate my journal to my blog:

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Things I want to remember today:

Greyson walked by me and went to reach for the kitchen counter and I swear he was two inches taller than yesterday and could only reach while up on his tip toes.

Grey still saying "guh nye" to the toys, candles, pictures, etc., before going down for naps and bedtime at night.  He also has been more insistent (not letting go, grabbing tighter) on holding my hand while he falls asleep.  I have cut way down and am weaning him from nursing, only soothing him when he's especially fussy, needy, or overtired.  Otherwise, he climbs right into his bed, rolls on his right side with his little elephant Flip Flop, holds my hand and falls asleep.  There are the occasional times when he has a little mini tantrum and swings his arm from side to side, but it's not all the time.  

When I told Greyson that we were going to take the dog for a walk, he went and got his shoes and carried them towards the garage door, because he knows i always put shoes on him before leaving the house. Smart boy.

He's saying "yeah" sporadically, mama is still "nahnah" (which, truth be told, I like because it is a lingering baby pronunciation and he's growing so fast!), "dah" is the dog, "kgeee" is the kitty,  "boo" is the cow's moo, the pig's snort is more like a throat clearing sound, and he's still making his Roscoe snort periodically.  "E-ah!-eee-AHH!" is EIEIO (Old MacDonald), and "Bvaa" is the sheep's Baaah.

When Grey is hungry he squeals "Ieeee!" and says, "Mmmm. Ymmm." (Yum)

Grey likes to share his snacks with the dog, either by letting the dog (ech!) lick his snack, or giving him one of his crackers, dropping food from his highchair. 

Grey's been a little more finicky lately about his eating, but I think he's going through a growth spurt again and his sleeping and eating patterns get more unreliable then.  

Grey is becoming weary of our current daily itinerary of puttering around the apartment.  He is requiring more stimulation, and is often happy still off by himself with his mixing bowls and spoons.

Greyson is Mommy's little helper/mimic. He wants to help me to put things in the washing machine and dryer.  He wants to get out the broom and dustpan and help me sweep. He wants to shake out the rugs and rearrange them.  He wants to get out the rags and wipe the floor or reach up on his toes and "clean" the countertop.  I encourage him to go to his books, his Super Grover 2.0, his tool set, trucks, etc...and Greyson prefers to do what he watches me do.  It's the same with his father, as well. Greyson wants to walk around with Murray's laptop work bag and play with the iPod, turning it like a steering wheel as if he's playing a driving application game like daddy. So adorable.