Ahoy, matey!

I'm sorry I don't have a photo to accompany this little monkey tidbit.

Monkey received a Halloween book from his Nana this year, and he's recently decided that it's time to read about Halloween. The book is one of those baby books that just has pictures of different things along with the names, and no actual story. To make it more interesting, we tell him what the things in the pictures do, or say, or point out what color they are.

One of the photos is of a kid dressed as a pirate. When we get to that page, I always say, "Here's a pirate! What does a pirate say? Arrrrgh!" Well, now Monkey's gotten to that age where he's learning to repeat everything we say. So I can add one more to the list*:

What does a cow say, Monkey? Moo!
What does a duck say, Monkey? Quack!
What does a doggie say, Monkey? Woof woof!

What does a pirate say, Monkey? Arrrrgh!

*Note: this list is not comprehensive. Monkey knows what lots of things say!

Musical Monkey

Monkey is very musical. He's been taking a music class called "Baby Wiggle," which I was able to attend this week. It was very cute. He likes to play the maracas. Here are a few shots of him refusing to put them down before he takes his bath:



Here is a video of him playing with his new basketball game (thanks, Grandma Rosemary!), where you can see he's almost as interested in dancing to the music the game plays as he is in scoring baskets!



And here's his latest trick:

Eating

Feeding Monkey used to be so easy. He was breastfed exclusively until he was 6 months old. As long as I was there, his meals were easy to prepare, and he was easy to feed. Even when he was introduced to a bottle, he took to it like a champ.

Once he started eating solids, he was a pretty good eater for a long time - despite how this looks!

But at some point, things changed, and now this kid is picky, picky, picky - especially at dinnertime. I dread dinner some nights, when I'm particularly tired, or Monkey is. Mostly, Matt handles dinner! However, I thought I'd put up a couple of shots of an enjoyable dinner recently.

And here's Monkey using a spoon for the first time. He's not hitting the target so well, but hey...baby steps!

Things that make me feel old

Watching football this weekend, I was reminded by one of the commentators that it's been 10 years since the Packers were in the Super Bowl. I remember that game. I had already been out on my own for a few years at that point. Is it really possible I've been a full-fledged adult for over 10 years?

He's not drunk, I swear!