Day 47: My Wild Child

This morning, I was cleaning up the kitchen, and noticed that Little Buddy had gotten quiet in the living room.  Quiet normally means trouble with a toddler, so I peaked my head in, prepared for the worst.  This is what I saw:

 My little bookworm.

Totally absorbed in the animal magazine Grammy and Pop sent him. 

Since it was still muddy outside, I decided to take Little Buddy to Wonderwild to play.  He seemed to be pleased with the decision.

Hanging out in the ball pit!

Sliding all by himself!

Climbing all over!

  

That's my wild child.  ;)

I sadly didn't get any pictures of his dancing.  He's getting pretty good, shaking his arms up and down, clapping, rolling his arms in a circle.  I also didn't get pictures of him running up and hugging me.  I need to get my husband to take some of those pictures, since those hugs and the look of joy that accompanies them are my favorite things in the world.  I am certainly going to need those memories once he becomes a teenager, lol.

Soon it was lunch time.  I was pretty impressed that Little Buddy can now hold his food pouch and just eat from it, as opposed to squirting it across the room.

After lunch, we went home and Little Buddy took a decent nap again.  He slept about an hour on his own in the stroller.  Then he woke up, climbed out, and then asked to be picked up.  I lifted him into my arms and he fell asleep again for another hour.  I did lose some housework time, but it was worth it to nap on the couch with him.

Unfortunately, he woke up a bit of grouch.  Some phone time with Daddy and Grandma helped get his smile back. 

Once Daddy got home, Little Buddy was excited to play with Daddy's work bag.  It was pretty adorable.

After being cute all day, he did trick us into letting our guard down.  Besides somehow Stretch-Armstronging himself up to nearly pull a pan off the stove onto his head, he also managed to pull down some gum.  Ugh.

Oh, such an eventful day.  Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Night,

LBM

Little Buddy's Momma


PS:  After my friend S commented on how clean the house was yesterday, I decided to take a picture of what the living room looks like about an hour and a half after Little Buddy wakes up.  Or should I say Hurricane Little Buddy. :)