Wednesday, October 8, 2008

What's up with that Nic kid?

Well Nic is still a little dare-devil. He has no fear. He LOVES to test me and he is still quite the joker.





He loves to pretend he's asleep, his eyes are half closed, and he has this silly smile on his face. It's funny.

He LOVES to throw things, just because of the noise it makes when it hits the ground (or a human head).

Nic still has the two words (cookie and cracker) and is working on "teeese" which is please (of course). He does use Da-Da a LOT, but depending on what he is talking abt, he changes how he pronounces it.

His favorite game? "What's that?" (he says "deedatt?") and he pokes my eye, I say "Eye". He puts his finger up my nose and says "deedatt?" and I respond, "Nose", and he does the same with hair, head, mouth, ear, hand, belly and foot. In turn, he points to all of them when I ask him "Where is your ______?".

He seems to be tall(er). Still pretty slim.

He ADORES his brother and sister, but I think Dad is still his favorite.
He LOVES his grandma and grandpa; loves to carry their picture around.

He is a always busy and loves books and all kinds of balls (an educated athlete, I love it!). He can throw!!!

He LOVES to blow raspberries on my belly. I can be laying on the couch watching TV and the next thing I know, my shirt is over my head, and I have a wet mouth on my pale, pale belly - and he's blowing away. He will make every farting noise possible for as long as I will let him. It's over and over and over again, he barely comes up for breath. I am highly ticklish... I pee my pants every time (that's another story)...

He loves to talk on his cell phone (the non-activated brick of a thing).

He loves to take his diaper off.

He's going to bed at a decent hour, finally.
He still some how ends up our bed @ 5am every morning until it's time to get up.

He's eating alright (due to a drastic diet change). The older kids had a habit of sharing their crap. I ended that. He loves turkey and ham rolls, and grapes and bananas and apples. And PB&J.

I could go on and on - but I will save that for another post.

Nic will be two in less than two months. I cannot believe it. (I am sure I will be saying that until he is at least 52!!)