Monday, September 11, 2006

 

My seat

Jared has recently taken to stealing people's seats. If someone is sitting on the couch and gets up for something, he gets gleam in his eye and flies to the still warm seat claiming it as his own. Once he's there, he'll call out "My Seat." This is very amusing and he does it with many giggles.

If he hears someone coming to sit down, his ears perk up and he'll frantically look around for someplace to sit before the person has a chance to sit down. It's become quite a game.

At the doctor's office, everytime someone left their seat, it became his new seat. Of course since the patients are typically not coming back, the game wasn't much fun. However, he did like to take my seat. I found a new one and everytime he got up and ventured away from his seat, I'd stand up like I was going to go back to my old seat and he'd rush over claiming the seat for himself.

 

The missing diaper

Jared takes his nap in the 2-4pm zone so of course he'll wake up when I get home and call for me. The other day, I heard this "Daddy, I pooped!" I have to take this with a grain of salt because much of the time he'll say it and he hasn't or deny it when he has. I marched up stairs and walked into his room to find him buck naked standing at the corner of the crib to greet me.

Panic! Where's the diaper? I rushed in to find that the diaper was intact on the changing table. He must have tossed it there - and it had poop in it. I scanned for missing pooplets or poop smeared on the blanket, the toys or something - but nada. Somehow he took off his diaper, tossed it onto the changing table and waited for me. I'm shocked about that one.

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