For 26.2 miles.
Anyway, Teddy is a big part of what's keeping us busy, and he's been a busy dude this past month himself.
Our little bear has been doing some growing, but he's still on the pocket-sized end of the height and weight charts, and we're okay with that. If you plant corn, you're not going to get pumpkins, right? And neither Mike nor I are exactly giants.
- Table food (we share a plate of eggs every morning, and he gets rowdy waiting for his lunch and dinner)
- Grabbing plates and bowls off the table and dumping them in laps; grabbing spoons on their way to his mouth
- Baths/pouring water
- Speaking his mind
- Big brother's and sister's Pez dispensers - they're an especially good chew
- Army crawling
- His Kevin the Bird softie
- Taking off his pants without using his hands
Teddy's repeated escape attempts have earned him the alias "Houdini" and a one-way
ticket to the maximum security wing of the Big House, aka: the exersaucer.
- Socks (seriously, people, what is the point of putting socks on a baby? There is no contouring, no curves for the elastic to grab ahold of. It's just cankle with a Hobbit foot stuck on it.);
- Actually being a baby: this guy is beside himself because he can't hang with the big kids yet. He wants to get down and wrestle with them, chase them, and
play withchew their toys. I have heard Mr. T actually try to jump in whatever raucous yelling match with them in his own language.
- His carseat. We spent 5 hours on Tuesday driving home from St. Louis, and Teddy's been refusing to get in it ever since, even busting an Arch yesterday morning before leaving the doctor's office.
- Milk. The big guy would rather have what we're having, please and thank you.
Oh, Teddy. You've become a total pain just like the rest of us, and we love you for it!