Tonight was "interesting." Scott returns later from his 3-day trip to Chicago, so Zach and I have had some QT. Most of it was fun and cute, but tonight was something else.
A sampling of his antics while I made dinner, cleaned up, etc.:
- Open the sliding door and step out into the rain (while I was at the grill); go back inside and pad Zach-prints on the clean floor
- Hop onto the coffee table, stand up, stay quiet for a while, and smile at me as I notice him
- Use the pulled out drawer to climb onto the side table
- Knock over the lamp on the side table
- Turn on the fireplace switch (apparently), and (perhaps?) burn himself on the fireplace glass. I didn't know what was going on until he came crying into the kitchen. :(
- Whack everything (chair, me, toys, table, etc.) with his (plastic, thank goodness) golf clubs
- Pull the tape out of a VHS cassette tape, Meet the Parents
- Poke at the flowers in the pot on the kitchen floor
- Bat the flowers in the pot on the kitchen floor
- Behead the flowers in the pot on the kitchen floor
- Smoosh those flowers all over the floor (I know, why not move that flower pot??)
- Run in circles around the kitchen island with both the popcorn popper toy and (Ella's borrowed) vaccuum cleaner which says things like "clean you later" and "uh-oh, you made a mess." As if we need to be reminded! This was actually cute, but loud and annoying...
- Get into the diaper bag and remove my lip gloss and hand lotion, dab those all over his face, the couch, and places I haven't get discovered
- Open the roll-top desk and pull out whatever he can from the pen drawer before I can grab him, extra points for banging on the keyboard too. The key does not seem to lock the top closed!
But he's darn CUTE too:
- He imitates Daddy (please come home soon!) in the bathroom, stomping his feet as the alcohol stings his cleanly shaven face (Dad's shaven face, not Zach's)
- He "gargles" like Daddy: throws his head back and makes a choking-on-a-hairball noise, after doing his "please can I have some mouthwash" noise and been given a finger-licking taste
- He giggles and runs over to bury his head in my lap when he sees the cat across the room, as if the cat (minding his own business, staring out the window) has just told him "I'm coming to get you, Zachary!"
- He still won't say certain words: preferring to do the Baby Sign for "frog" (tongue in and out of mouth) at any mention of the word or frog siting; or when we tell him to say "thank you" he just slaps his open hand over his mouth, not even quite getting the full Baby Sign -that hand should actually then be extended out in thanks to the person.
- He laughs whenever anyone else is laughing; he gets the joke!
- He'll give anyone a kiss, as long as there isn't something more interesting to do, pursing his lips, sticking out his neck and humming at the kissee.
So, all in all, it evens out. But we still miss Daddy when he's gone.
Ack - I just saw the bullets are flowers...not by choice. Sorry.
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