Its about 11:15 on Monday night.
Today, we had a really fun morning; it was a typical Monday, meaning your mom worked early, and you and I hung out from when you woke up around 6:30am until I dropped you off over at nana and papas house around 1:30pm. Then, I worked the night shift, and when I got home around 10:30pm you and your mom were sound asleep, so I got myself a snack and a beer and listened to some new music and started writing this.
So today, we did a lot of fun playing, checking out all kinds of toys and having a tasty breakfast (the usual for you: strawberries, a scrambled egg and a piece of toast, and as a special treat today, I carved up a nice ripe mango as well; for me, I usually don't eat much food until around noon but today I decided to have an english muffin with peanut butter with my 2nd cup of coffee), playing with the dog, and trying your best to get into trouble.
Today, at one point I had my computer at the dining room table (its the best place to use the computer and have coffee, anywhere that is close to your height and you will try your best to grab the computer or coffee and throw it on the ground), and I turned around to see you with our pantry doors wide open, and you just standing there looking in at the bottom shelf, which is really the only shelf you have easy access too due to your height. Usually I just close the door and say "no no no" and find something else to distract you, but you were just looking in at all the random jars and boxes and bags of stuff in there, not doing anything to cause me any concern, so I came over to you and sat on the floor next to you and looked into the pantry with you.
The bottom shelf of the pantry is kind of an unorganized mix of random things (to be quite honest, our pantry needs a little organizing; the entire right side is basically a random mix of things, except for the top shelf which is all your food); it has all the ingredients for S'mores, an unopened bag of sour cream and onion Lays, some cans and jars of various things like peanut butter, nutella, peas, some soups, etc... mostly things that you would have a hard time destroying.
So we sat there and you made your "cute and curious" sound, something like an "oooh" that has a nice musical lilt to it; depending on your mood and what you are thinking, it could be a simple flat "ooo", or it could be an "ooohhh" that drops off at the end, or it could be my favorite version, the "oooOOOooo" that lifts a half step or two in the middle and then returns to the starting note.
You picked through the pantry and did your favorite activity of grabbing things and organizing them. You would take one or two things out, inspect them a little, and then put them back in a new place. Sometimes you would grab all new things; other times you would grab the same thing over and over and just put it in different places, all the while doing various "oooh"s. You, of course, found and obsessed over a plastic little jar of peas in water that had a plastic, flimsy looking lid to it; out of everything you inspected and organized, you always involved the little jar of peas, and of course that jar of peas was the most likely object that you could destroy and make a mess with.
It was really fun getting down to your level and doing the simple act of mostly observing you spend a lot of time curiously inspecting all these weird objects of varying sizes and materials that seem, to you, to just be exactly that which you see; you don't understand the labels and the pictures on the cans, and you don't know that inside them are a world of various edible goods. All you knew is that they were neat shapes and felt different ways in your hands and had different weight to them all, and for some reason you knew you wanted to see how they looked if you put them over here, and then see how they looked if you put them over there.
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I was going to write about yesterday, Sunday and our fun time over at Jamie and Alisha and Liams house, playing in the bounce house with the ball pit balls; renaming your uncle Jamie Uncle Balls; how you didn't want to eat any of your food when we were trying to give you dinner; and then when we were getting ready to leave, you fell face first into a wooden step and banged your mouth pretty hard against the step, and started bleeding and crying and you didn't want to let anyone check out your mouth at all, you just kept turning away from anyone trying to shove a cold wet paper towel in your mouth to try to stop the bleeding or maybe even entice you to want to use it as a pacifier and suck on it to help with the pain and blood.
But now its late, and I'm going to go to bed because before I know it, you are going to be awake and probably needing a diaper change and some milk, and it'll snowball from there. Heres a song you liked in the car ride from home to nana and papas today: this lady decided to reimagine Talking Heads album Remain in Light, and her version sounds like Graceland-era Paul Simon. Its good:
Goodnight Petey!
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