Britton lately

Long gone are the days when I would set Britton down in a spot, leave the room, and return to find him in the exact same spot. Noting in our house is safe anymore... He has discovered almost all of my hiding places and destroyed their existence. His favorite new discovery? My wallet.
He excitedly pulls out all my cards, carries them to the nearest slot he can find, and drops them in. Then, if the cards are unreachable, he turns to me and says "Dah!" Which roughly translates to, "Mom, I dropped it in there, now you get it out!"

His other obsession is keys...so much that after him losing it every time I had to take the keys away to start the car or lock the front door, I scrounged the house and found him some old keys that can now be claimed as his and (hopefully) aren't needed for anything.It's amazing to me that he knows exactly what the keys do- except that we're quickly learning by mommy's yelps that keys do NOT go in the outlets. (Outlet covers? Yeah...good try. He figured how to pull those out months ago.)

The ability to use a fork and spoon is one that we are encouraging a lot now. He fought it at first because the food enters his tummy faster when mommy does it, but he's getting so much better that now it's become a fun challenge to him. He still gets a little frustrated, but when he does shovel a bite into his mouth, the expression on his face is priceless.



He completely adores Grandma and Grandpa, which is awesome most of the time, until he gets in trouble and runs to Grandma for sympathy... Little stinker got that one figured out. He runs his choppy little run to the door when he hears that they're coming, and yells in excitement when "ma-maw" and "da" are coming.

And speaking of the run, that is an art Britton has yet to accomplish without injury. Below see evidence of this sequence... Britton walking down sidewalk. Britton quickens his walk to a run when he spots the mailbox (which he knows that keys go into). Mommy sees Britton start to run and takes off running herself to try and intercept the little hobbler. Britton's oversized head can't handle the speed of his feet and plummets to the sidewalk. Mommy reaches him and scoops him up as his wail echoes off the neighbor's houses. A large Superman sign-shaped mother-of-all-brusises appears on Britton's forehead. >sigh< The end to an eventful day...