For a while now, he’s been throwing his hands up over his head when he hears “touchdown!” We did this with him once or twice when he was much younger but not again until fairly recently and he still remembered. He gets a kick out of it. Sometimes, he will throw his hands up if he wants to hear it…but you can imagine how fun it was when Daddy’s team was scoring all their touchdowns in the playoffs and championship games!
He continues to just talk, talk, talk. It’s something new everyday. It appears that he has “dropped” mama now though. Not completely, but apparently dada is a much more interesting and way cooler name. Who knew? WHY MUST I HEAR IT 8888 times a day???? (It’s truly music to my ears…he’s very blessed in who his “dada” is…)I try and try to get him to say Judy to no avail…one day while she was walking to her truck, we watched from his bedroom window. “Jewy” was all he said. I’ll take that. J I’m sure she will too…
We had a good Halloween. Walker was grumpy but cute. He was a monkey. We really tried to find something other than a monkey since his birthday was monkey but nothing seemed “Walker” enough for us, so a monkey was it. We went to the fall festival at church and then trick-or-treating at Cliff’s parents house where he got MORE than enough treats. His cabinet at our house is now stocked full. By then he was very tired, so we came home…only for him to get a second wind. We had planned on him spending the night at Grammie and Papa’s so that Cliff and I could have some “adult” fun with Crystal, Stephen, Cory and Angie…which consisted of sitting around talking about the (then) upcoming election, playing games, watching tv, eating pizza wayyy too late into the night, and just being our general goofy and fun selves. Walker had a nice time at Grammie’s and didn’t want to come home the next day. I know this because he cried when I put him in the car. He was excited to be home when we got there, and most especially excited to see his Dada…
Which leads me to this point. He’s extremely attached to Cliff. I’m on the verge of calling it an obsession. He is ALL ABOUT his dada. Not long after I get home he starts asking for Dada. If he's in our bed, Dada must be there. Dada Schmada. Now, I know Dada is fun and rough and crazy and loud and silly and yada, yada, yada…but PLEASE, I am MAMA…don’t I count for ANYTHING???
I had this conversation in the car with him on the way home from Cliff’s (VMMS) championship game last week…
Walker: GO GO GO
Me: Walker can you say “go?”
Walker: GO
Me: Walker can you say “ball?”
Walker: BALL
Me: Walker can you say “pig?”
Walker: MOOOO.
Ok, so we have a little work to do.
Speaking of Cliff’s championship game, this is the 3rd year that VMMS has won the NewRock Championship. The boys work so hard and we are extremely proud of Coach Roberts (dada), Coach Puckett and Coach Helms! We missed our 10 year high school reunion to cheer on the General’s while Daddy coached the final game of the regular season..which they won…greatly…at Sharp Stadium. I’ve enjoyed reading everyone’s blogs about the reunion though and seeing the pics!
Nowadays, Walker uses the words “NUMMM -NUMMM” to describe how he feels about what he’s eating…or even to let us know he wants to eat. He will either say it after taking a bite, or while pulling on the fridge door, scrambling through the cabinets, etc…I asked him the other day if he was ready to eat…which usually sends him running to his highchair. He went flying into his room and so I assumed he was not. Well, after a few minutes I went in to check on him and he was sitting in his booster chair (that we’ve used a good bit recently). It was in his room because we had company and needed the chair it was occupying. Guess that was his way of letting me know he did not want just any old highchair…
Two nights ago, he was playing in his room and I found him LOCKED in the booster chair. It was actually quite funny, though he didn’t think so. There is a picture attached. I had no idea he knew how to close this himself. He probably didn’t know he knew how either.
He has a new laugh now too. We call it the Woody Wood Pecker laugh. You know the one.
He’s getting sick…AGAIN. Judy is working on teaching him how to blow his nose. He will hold the Kleenex over his nose and blow. No kidding. This is amazing to me, because I am someone who has never mastered blowing my nose. I don’t do it. I hate how it feels and something about it is scary to me. I just don’t do it. Sometimes he does it without Kleenex…yuck…and once he even wiped Daddy’s shirt with the Kleenex when he was done. Ha!
Nonni and Grandpa went to Vegas and when they got back, Nonni came to bring Walker lots of goodies. One of the things she got him was one of those fake pet dogs that barks and walks. This is great because he LOVES dogs but we can’t have a pet right now. Mom (Nonni) named him Brutus but Walker named him Spot. He reads the Spot book where puppy Spot hasn’t had his dinner and he’s hiding…you have to search for him under flaps. While playing with Judy on Monday, Walker called the dog “Pot” and it’s stuck. So, sorry mom…Brutus was a goner from the beginning!
He continues to LOVE to brush his teeth. I know this won't last forever. Right now he will go to the bathroom door many times a day and say "deeee?" in a question tone. (that means teeth...)
I guess that's about it and more than enough! That’s not even everything but I’m TRYING to condense things. I say this everytime…more soon!
1 comment:
He is SOOO cute. He was a cute little monkey! Glad he likes to brush his teeth... Jamie is like the tide, one day she likes it, the next day she HATES it.
And boy does Jamie like that Spot book. She Freaks out (in the happy way) when ever we pull it out. Do you know of any other books like that, with the flip thingys?
Post a Comment