Wait till we tell you how he breaks into the house at night…

The Walking Baby

Obviously, the biggest change in your life is that you’re walking ALL OVER the place. It’s much quieter than your crawling – with that, we would heard the familiar smacking of palms and bonking of knees on the floor, so even if we weren’t looking, we knew where you were. Now? Now you can sneak away at any moment… and often do. In fact, the other day you actually snuck up on me and thought that was the funniest thing in the world. Which is why I’m considering putting the dog’s collar on you. Don’t worry, I’ll take it off for naps.

That Place Where Daddy Lives

And your favorite person in the house right now is Daddy. And it’s the one word that you definitely know how to say. You wake up, turn to me and say “Dada”. Change your diaper and it’s “Daddy Daddy Daddy”. Alyssa said that you start calling for your Dada several times during the day. It’s cute as hell and I know that it makes all the hours that your daddy has to spend away from you just slightly more tolerable.

As I’ve mentioned before, as soon as you hear the garage door, you stop everything and wait until Dada walks through the door. You have this in common with Igloo, who used to pee upon the sight of Daddy. This is typically the scene at about 5:45 each night:

The really funny thing is that you think Daddy lives in the garage. And if the door to the laundry room is closed, you think he’s living there. Sometimes, you even lay on your stomach, put your little finger to the crack under the door and say “Dada Dada Dada”. The other day I had to get dog food in the garage and I was carrying you. As soon as I opened the garage door, you yelled “Daaaaadaaaaaa” and it echoed into the empty garage. You simply looked at me, and in the most pitiful voice asked  “Daddy?”

I know you don’t understand when I try to tell you that Daddy had to go to work. I know you don’t understand when I try to explain that Daddy doesn’t live in the garage, but his car does. I try to explain that Daddy lives in your heart, but I’m not quite sure if you understand that quite yet either. One thing I hope you do understand, it’s okay for Igloo to pee when he sees Daddy, not so much for you.

Where’s Asher?

You have a favorite spot in the house: it’s located behind the chair in the family room. You put your books, toys, socks, shoes, bibs and you’re often seen heading back there carrying whatever object that you treasure for that moment.

Daddy started the “Where’s Asher” game with you one day when you were hanging in your ‘hood. He’d say “Now, where did Asher go?, Has anyone seen Asher?” and you’d wait for a moment and then pop out and “scare” Daddy. It’s the funniest thing just to see the look on your face… it’s the typical “cat that caught the canary” look. The best is that each time you play this game, you wait different increments of time before you pop out to scare us.

It’s been so much fun to play with you – you’ve begun to understand to run AWAY when we chase you, instead of running towards me when I yell “hurry, I’m gonna come and get you”… that or you just freeze with anticipation of the tickling that’s about to occur.

My sweet boy, you have the most wonderous giggle. It fills the house. It fills our hearts.

I know, I know…

I’m working on it, I promise…