Yesterday Target had massive clearance, so even though I didn’t buy much, I still had to look at everything. So by the time we got to the grocery store, this is how Mitchell felt.
When I checked out, the cashier addled if I’d like a replacement loaf, but my conscience just wouldn’t let me accept it.
Also at the grocery store, as we were waiting at the meat counter, Mitchell was pointing out body parts. He pointed to my hair (“Mommy’s hair”), then to his hair (“Mitchell’s hair”), then to the gentleman behind us. Who was bald. And had totally been observing the entire routine. Then, to add insult, Mitchell did his “where’d it go?” gesture, complete with the “huh” sound. The guy, thank goodness, had a sense of humor and just said something like “I’ve been asking myself that for years.” Ah, many gaffs.
Mitchell discovered he can help himself to the cereal. This discovery coincided perfectly with his discovery that he LOVES cereal. It’s also coincided with a giant growth spurt, so he’s pretty much constantly eating these days. Nothing dampers his appetite. He woke up a little after 7 this morning, and in less than an hour he’s eaten half a bowl of oatmeal, half a bagel, and an unknown amount of Cheerios and Trix. I’m having visions of feeding a teenage boy already…
Recently Mitchell and Justin have decided they’re best friends. Which is really the best. I love hearing them in the other room giggling away. But it’s also the worst, because I’m usually told to go away (by Mitchell) if I try to push in.
Up until recently, it’s not that Mitchell has disliked daddy, it’s just that, for all intents and purposes, he’s been mommy’s boy. It’s hard for me to get used to him running toward Justin and I with a giant grin on his face, only to watch him veer toward Justin at the last minute and drag him into the bedroom for some jumping on the bed time. However, I underestimated how much joy I would find in simply overhearing others’ fun. They laugh, Mitchell squeals, they run, they jump, they basically do everything boys should do together.
So, I guess if Mitchell is going to choose someone over me, I’m glad it’s the man I also chose over anyone else.
Mitchell has decided he loves Daddy. When Justin gets home in the evenings, they go play while I make dinner. If something disrupts that, it’s not pretty. This morning, Mitchell decided that fun shouldn’t be limited to evenings. While Justin tried to get ready to leave, Mitchell ran around stealing his shoes and putting them in the bedroom. When Justin went to get the shoes, he got lured into jumping on the bed just for a bit. Seriously may have been one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t quite as cute when Justin finally left and Mitchell started yelling at me to follow.
Mitchell is shoveling while I vacuum. Seriously.
Mitchell helps me eat my bagel in the morning. Seeing this makes me think I might need to use less cream cheese…
Mitchell has started eating half his dinner in his chair, and the other half sitting at the table looking adorable.
Mitchell spurned his strawberries for a different snack yesterday, which he got all by himself.
Yesterday Mitchell put Daddy’s shoes on all by himself and went through the house saying “dada dada dada dada”. While I have no doubt he’ll have giant feet eventually, they might be a bit too big right now.