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Dada's hat

Lounging on his new Fatboy

Night time popcorn snacks. We use the popcorn maker (no microwave for us) with real butter and salt.

Doc's second drawing by himself; the first was on my computer trackpad and keyboard.

When given the option, Doc will choose to eat the corn off the cobb (even raw) over a bowl full of kernels.

He likes to sit right at the counter in cousin Mylo's old seat that attaches directly to the table.

With G having been at work most of the summer, these past few months have just disappeared. Doc is 14 months; he runs, climbs, tantrums, and communicates in consonants and grunts. At his one year appointment he weighed 25 lbs so I'm guessing he's close to 30 now. Today we went to Yeager's to buy rocks then found some rubber boots at Little Bugs. Uncle Matt also delivered a slide this morning, which Doc mastered quite quickly. It is amazing how quickly he catches on to things. He'll try something once or twice or watch someone else do it and he's suddenly an expert. It might be nice if things could slow down a little but it is exciting to see such progress.

Tough guy

Doc likes to crawl into the shower to play when I'm getting ready in the morning. I bought his first pair of jeans the other day and we cuff them tall so he looks extra tough. Reminds me of when the boys would get ready to go to a concert; cuffed jeans, white t-shirts, pack of smokes, mean face.

Big tough kid

Doc loves Legos. He doesn't know how to put them together yet, but he likes to take them apart. His favorites are the people and the windows.

We stopped at the Thomas Moser store in Freeport, ME last week on our way to the airport. This rocker was spectacular but probably cost $500 (a full size dining chair was at least $1,000). Greg would not normally go into a store with things that expensive, but furniture (especially wood) he has a special appreciation for.

Super Hero

Doc's new jammies have a tool belt around the waist and a badge on his chest that says Super Hero's Union. They're nice and tight and show off his curves (the curve of his diaper bum). The other day I was doing dishes and turned around to find that he had climbed into his drawer without me noticing. The bottom drawer in the kitchen is reserved for his toys and cups so he plays in it all the time. Climbing onto and into things is usually not so quiet. He looked up at me and smiled as if to say, "What? I'm just sitting in my drawer."

Car ride

Doc has a tendency to get rowdy with his books. He likes to pull off a stack from the bottom shelf then will pick one to give a good working over. He can open and close and bend and sit on a book for as long as I'll let him. His favorite is still Oliver Finds His Way, which we've had memorized for months.

Big kid

Each night before bed Doc and I brush our teeth. As soon as we walk into the bathroom he starts getting ready to spit. He likes to rinse his toothbrush and lean over the sink to spit. I sing him the song that Star sings on the Sprout Goodnight Show.

He's getting too heavy for me to hold all of the time now, which is sad since he is more snuggly than ever. He enjoys being held and relaxing while watching an evening show with nighttime snacks. Even more sad and frustrating, though, is that he seems to have weened himself. I'm actually embarrassed to admit this because I feel at fault for it. While getting his last tooth, he refused to nurse and now is just not interested. He's almost ten months but is still my baby and I now have to deal with getting middle of the night bottles instead of being able to nurse him back to sleep while I am still half asleep. I was hoping it was a nursing strike (something I didn't know even existed), but it seems that he has just quit. I'm trying to be ok with this but it seems that no mom can go without feeling some guilt every day of their life. The alternate side of this is that he eats like a big kid. He feeds himself little bits of fruits and vegetables, mac & cheese, grilled turkey sandwiches... Isn't that kind of unusual for a ten month old baby?

Doc is talking all the time now. He regularly repeats mamama, rarara, eeeeee, and will often scream dadada in the middle of the night. He understands most everything we (Doc and I) talk about: what not to play with, when it's time for lunch, when it's time to brush our teeth, bounce, tap, open, close, on, off, up. Every day is so exciting.

P.S. Dada has a new job and we're all excited. We get to see him every night before bed now.