He's developing his language in leaps and bounds now. From his first word, "tickle", he's progressed to say "coffee" (which sounds like "caca") and "cracker" (which also sounds like "caca"). He says Kai and Nina ("kaa" and "nana"), and lately he's finally saying "mama" after calling me "dada" for a very long time. He says "mud" and "bampa" for grandpa and "ka" for cat and "na! na! na!" for nurse (which he's still doing and boy it's going to be hard to wean this one).
Most days we drop Nina off at school, he's in the jogging stroller and she sits in front of him, dangling her long-and-getting-longer legs off the front. Just a few weeks ago he was trying to pull her hair and bite her back. Now he tries to hug her. He adores her. He gives her lots of hugs these days. Also adores Kai of course, with whom he loves to wrestle in his crib almost every morning. So after we drop off Nina we run to the river, where we throw sticks and rocks and watch the "bubbles". Sometimes we go to the little playground there. Sometimes he climbs on the top of the picnic table. It's a great little routine. He runs around for 30 minutes and then we jog back. That will soon end as the weather becomes unbearable, but now it's perfect. Lots of cardinals and squirrels to see, he loves the birds and just loves looking at everything. I think he may take in more of his surroundings than the other two. Likes just looking.
I also want to remember about these days my mornings with Kai. He's my alarm clock at 6 AM, give or take 5 minutes without fail. He comes to my room, we go to the couch and sit mostly quietly. He likes to burrow into the cushions, I call him my little hedgehog. Sometimes I go sit on the deck while he swings on the rope. Julian has been sleeping later since daylight savings began, so I get this special time. (Nina and Nate have to be woken up at 7...and yes, she's still coming to our bed...I love it, Nate gets legs wrapped around him and pushed out of bed so he's not a fan of this routine).
Julian loves to run to pool pump, where he knows he's not supposed to be, and push the buttons for the heater. Loves to try to climb to the treehouse. Loves to try to get into the poolhouse. Loves to climb up into his water table. He is a climber. A hitter. A thrower. Little redhead has a temper.
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