What! 46 weeks! It’s true, my little man is 46 weeks old. Sigh.
Sorry this is a late post, but it’s been a busy week around here. Today I turned in my final paper for my summer class, thus wrapping up my VERY FIRST GRADUATE LEVEL CLASS EVER. (A round of applause would not be terribly out of place here.) Mitchell is cutting another tooth (I think, or I hope, otherwise I might have to face the hard truth that my son is not perfect and has bad/fussy days), so writing the paper has been taking up quite a lot of time. I’ve also been experimenting with designing t-shirts for him in my other spare time (read: 11:00 pm)….so yeah. The blog has taken a backstage for now. Sorry, all.
Notice the new design? With Mitchell’s first birthday quickly approaching, I figured he was getting a bit old for the other one. Speaking of birthday, notice the new tab up top: Birthday Party Details! Invitations should be arriving via snail mail shortly.
So, what’s going on with Mitchell this week? LOTS. I already mentioned the teething. That’s pretty prevalent (parents, you know what I’m talking about). He’s also obsessed with putting things back this week. Like, putting the rings back on the pole or whatever it is, putting blocks back, putting cups back together, putting the balls back in the basket, etc. This is a habit I am totally encouraging. I clap and say “hooray!” every time. Mitchell looks at me like I’m crazy. Know what habit I’m still NOT encouraging? Walking. He’s getting to be quite the pro at standing by himself. It doesn’t even phase him anymore. He used to notice he was standing by himself and slowly lower himself to the floor, but now he’s just like, “Whatever, I got this.” He only needs to hold on with one hand to walk, even when that one hand is connected to Kingsley’s tail and Kingsley is specifically trying to maneuver himself away from Mitchell. Which is HILARIOUS, by the way. I keep trying to get a video, but it happens too fast.
Oh yeah. Balls. We are a house overrun by balls right now, and I don’t mean testosterone, I mean toy balls. They happen to be Mitchell’s favorite, and I haven’t gained any semblance of self-control yet, so he has a ton of them. I found a daycare going out of business and bought a bunch of ball pit balls from them, then found more at a garage sale (the lady was VERY happy to get rid of them…literally shoved them into my arms). Anyway, Mitchell’s thrilled with them. I have them in a laundry basket, so at various points throughout the day he just goes and tips the basket over and finds the purple or green ones, I’m guessing because there are only a few of them in there. Then he carries them around to see what they’ll fit into. He tries stacking them on the ring stacker, putting them in the cars, with the blocks, in his nesting cups, etc. It’s hilarious.
SO MANY PICTURES this week. We went to the zoo, and whenever I give Justin the camera, he just sets it to take a burst of pictures, so instead of one snapshot I get 40. Then I have to try to whittle them down, but I can’t just destroy the ones that don’t get picked! We must’ve picked the absolutely best time to go to the zoo, though, because all of the animals were so close! I’ve never been so close to the hippo. I could hear her breathing. In her defense, it turns out those were exasperated sighs, because her son is “becoming a man” according to the zookeeper and so they’ve been separated. Awkward! I did learn that the last three hippos at the Topeka zoo have been conceived while the mother was on birth control. Just a handy piece of trivia for you. Moral of the story: hippo birth control isn’t very effective.
Also, Mitchell’s still obsessed with selfies, so there are plenty of those. If I’m good and sneaky, I can get one picture of him before he sees the camera and runs for it.