Becoming a little guy

Let the injuries commence. L'il Bumpus tripped on a dirt path today (well, more like a dust and sand path, in Southern California) and tore up a forearm AND bit through his lower lip, producing a little trickle of blood. He was over it almost immediately, but I couldn't help but think - this is the beginning of a lifetime of little scuffs and dust-ups! 

I love it when he climbs up on something - a bench, the couch, to sit next to me like a big boy. He looks so pleased with himself and kind of bounces around. He doesn't like to stay long, but really enjoys the few seconds he's there.

The other day we were up in the playroom and I was reading on the bed as I often do and before I knew it B had climbed up next to me with his decimated Goodnight Moon board book and plunked down, intent on reading, too. It was so frigging cute, I hope he saw the delight in my face and keeps doing it. And I hope to keep up my promise to myself to institute a reading time for us.

I have been in the habit of handing him either a hand mirror or hairbrush from my 1930's vanity set while changing his diaper so he's entertained and doesn't try to crawl away; he's so used to it now that the second I lay him down he sticks his hands out, just waiting for his "toy". 

Every morning B is a huge ball of energy - when I try to pick him up out of the pack 'n play, he drops to the bottom and pretends to still be asleep, laughing hysterically. Lord I don't know how I'm going to be able to pick him up when even tying my shoes becomes challenging-!

I am hoping to go apple picking sometime soon - there are a few farms about 1 1/2 hours east; we did things like this when I was little and I'm eager to get started for B. Can't wait for the photo ops. 

In other news - B's Halloween costume arrived yesterday. I'm giddy with anticipation.