The Cat-Fish Chronicles : Learning new tricks

This poor kid is going to have soo many pictures to look at of himself when he is older. You can never take too many pictures of your kids I think, I don't have too many from when I was a little baby, and I kinda wish my parents had blogged about me too. So I hope Tristan will enjoy reading about himself one day, because he is a dang cute little baby.

His most recent achievements have been: pulling out the plug covers, climbing up on all our furniture (then trying to head dive off it), using his six! front teeth to munch on snacks, walking holding our hand in the store (he gets so mad if we don't let him walk with us, even though he still can't walk by himself!), licking the bottoms of his shoes (yuck!), throwing his snacks off the tray one by one, bouncing his blue ball to us and playing roll the ball, turning the TV on and off with the remote, and making the TV swivel back and forth (Nick is going to have a heart attack about it one of theses days). He still likes to pull the frilly shirt over his face and giggle, and he dances to anything that sounds like music (even Nick slapping his legs and the dishwasher running). We also bought him a toy police car which he drives around pushing the buttons to make the siren work. It's dang adorable.

And then there's the monkey. We aren't even sure when we got that monkey, but I'm pretty sure it was a gift from Nick's mom randomly for a birthday or something. I found it like six months ago in a box, and thought, hey, I bet Tristan would like to hold it. And he did, and to suck on it, and chew on it, and take it everywhere and "dip" it in almost everything. He will not go to sleep without it. Funny how kids attach themselves to things like that. I was going through some of my old boxes just to sort through and organize things, and I found my old baby blanket. It's basically a rag now, tattered and falling apart, but I loved that thing so much and dragged it everywhere. So I get what he's feeling. I also went through my box of toys, all the ones I'd loved and kept from my childhood and found a bunch of things for Tristan to play with. Like some hotwheels cars, dinosaurs, old McDonald's toys, and Anikan doll, my slinky dog, a Hercules action figure, and lots lots more. He loves all of it, and has been tossing the cars into his spinning racetrack.

Its fun, Tristan getting older. He thinks he can talk, and has soooo much to say (of course, nothing of it makes any sense, but it's cute). He tries to feed us his snacks, and he likes to pat me on the cheeks. He also gets up in your face and cocks his head to the side and just giggles like mad. I love how interactive he is becoming, it makes life so much more fun and exciting. I love it when he learns something new, because its just so exciting for him. Ah, being a mommy is the best.