DECLAN LIKES BALLS

Basketballs, tennis balls, rubber balls, plastic balls. Any balls he can get his hands on. Even things that aren’t balls are balls. For example:

(Declan picks up a blueberry from his high chair tray)
Declan: Ball?
Me: No, it’s a blueberry.
Declan: Ball?
Me: No, that’s fruit. It’s called a blueberry. You eat it.
Declan: Ball?
Me: It looks like a ball, but it’s not a ball. It’s a–
(Declan throws blueberry to the ground)
Declan: Ball.

DECLAN LIKES NUTS

He eats peanut butter by the spoonful. He used to eat peanut butter spread on toast. But he is simplifying his life and eliminating that which is unnecessary. Like toast.

He also eats pistachios by the fistful. In the near future he may decide the nut is unnecessary and salt is what he truly enjoys. Call the pediatrician.

HE IS REALLY INTO ORGANIZATION

We went to Olive Garden to use a gift card we got from my grandparents. Since Declan loves his carbs, we figured he’d be into pasta and breadsticks. Nope. The only thing he did with the food was take the portions we’d placed on his plate and put them back in their original dishes. So the pasta went back in the pasta dish, the breadsticks went back in the basket, and so on.

At home, he takes clothes out and then puts them away. Same with brooms and mops. He recently enjoyed stacking measuring cups by size. His water cup always goes back in the special water cup spot on his high chair. Declan understands that one cannot have destruction without regeneration. Or something like that.

ADULT TIME IS THE BEST

He watches other kids with interest. Sometimes he even wants to interact with them. But he saves his charms and performances for the adults. It’s probably no surprise that most of his major milestones have come in the company of relatives. I think he kind of digs this only child/only grandchild thing. Just like I did.

GO IS NOT A VERB, IT’S A LIFESTYLE

Colleen brought him into bed this morning around six to nurse and he got what I needed, rolled over, and as he often does, basically flung himself over the side of the bed while chanting “Go Go.” He doesn’t do gradual. When he’s ready to go, we better be ready to go. There are balls to throw and nuts to eat.

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