What kind of mothablogger am I?
I never blog about the kids.
Trucker is 15 months old. I thought that for a whole month, then I realized that he had only been 14 months old. Now he really is 15 months. I’m tired.
He has done some cute stuff lately.
I’ve mentioned before that he hasn’t picked up any baby signs yet, because he’s always looking at Cakie and never at me. But he recently made up his own version of “eat.” And today I came home from an emergency run to the store for milk (we really ought to invest in a cow) and my honey had taught him the sign for “more.” Mind you, I’ve been trying to teach him this for, oh, nine months or so. Now if he wants to, he can sign “more eat!” Which will be so much better than his current “word” for that sentence — AAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEuuuuhhh. I hope he’ll pick up some other signs. It was so helpful with Cakie when he was a wee one.
I also mentioned in a previous post how he has taken to slapping me in the chest when he wants to nurse. He has modified it to simply tapping me lightly on the chest. Thanks, sweet boy. It is pretty cute.
On Saturday mornings, we walk to the park for Cakie’s soccer practice. It is at a time when many people are walking their dogs. Trucker loves dogs. He has a word for dog that he says every time he sees one. The word sounds nothing like “dog” or “woof” or anything, really related to dogs. I realized yesterday, though, that his word for dog does sound like the French word for dog. So maybe he now knows a little ASL and a little French.
Have I mentioned my purchase of the matching toggle coats? My honey was annoyed. She thinks it is silly. She thinks they look like they are ready to go to Hogwarts. I don’t care! Cuteness rules!
I feel like this post is boring. Maybe that’s why I don’t blog so much about momming so many of the stories about my boys just feel like maybe they are only interesting to me. But maybe you’ll find it more pleasurable than reading about my girly bits.