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| Lil Clam Digger |
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| HAPPY MARDI GRAS! |
Holy Hell this is hard! The cute days are over. Personality has set in. This guy is assertive if he is a quarter Persian and Mommy even called him "strong willed" today. And observant?! Don't think he didn't see those cheerios in your purse because he did and will expect them, most expeditiously. His social life is busy and diverse, sometimes he is seen exchanging "NO!"s with a girl at the library over a toy. Or throwing a ball at a boys nose from a foot away thinking that is how catch works. His throw technique is to hold an object close to his chest and look mischievously at nothing in particular then with lightning speed cocks his arm behind his head and releases on a downward strike. It is his release that prevents great damage to our home and faces. His throws rarely go past him and often behind him!
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| The Reading Tent |
He still only likes soft vegetables as he lacks many teeth, he has only eight today. One thing he does have a lot of is falls on his booty. I now remember why we have bottoms as often as I see Holden fall down. He loves to walk about the house and talk to himself, even telling himself, "no" (or maybe us?). By far his mission in life is to go to the drawer that holds his sip cups, remove one cup and cap, proceed to the water cooler and attempt to draw water from it. His basic dexterity has prevented him from emptying our five gallon jug but that day is coming. His walk is more of a waddle but he appears to be picking it up nicely.
His least favorite activity is having his teeth brushed. Once he has sucked the flavored tooth paste off of the brush he will treat the entire process as torture. Every night he expects his screams to be heard by neighbors who will rush to his aide despite both parents only trying to clean his central incisors.
He knows how to fart now and will giggle and show his eight teeth. Even though we say "Excuse me" every time. I think he thinks that is the phrase that means flatulence. Well the other night Daddy had bath duty and he is just farting up a storm both of us giggling as Mommy isn't around. Well the natural occurrence happens and he soils his bath water while standing. He starts crying, I've got him draped over one arm thinking of the correct sequence of events and staring at the doodoo. Just then Mommy walks in and handles it like a champ. That's what I get for playing fart-fart games with a 1.3 year old. Well, the next day at a play date with three other Mommies Holden wasn't being a giving host. Mommy begins telling the story and once at the climax all the Mommies start yelling "NOOOO!", well he hears this and starts yelling "No!" right back at them as if he knew the story was about him.
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| Holden did not enjoy sharing with the beautiful ladies who visited |
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| Holden at Daddy's work |
Despite the fussiness and picky eating he makes it all worth it when you see how happy he is after a nap, or gives you his big smile or lets you read a whole book to him. Holden enjoyed Gran Gran Griffin coming to visit and her sweet digs at the Casa Marina, a Holden favorite by now. Picture below is one of his "blankies", a Linus security blanket if you will. This is not his most prized however. No, that distinction belongs to a dog boat captain named "Skip-It", given by his second cousin Jennifer. It is amazing, any tantrum is quickly neutralized by Skip-it. Not that we let him have it all the time, usually only before bed. But if he gets it, no matter where he is, he will lay down in the prone and feign slumber, it's crazy!
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