dax is loving ...
- sometimes running.
- pushing chairs all over the kitchen
- crawling. fast. and especially into small spaces: under tables and toys, between furniture and people, between my leg and the refrigerator as i quickly crack it open to get things out because he LOVES the refrigerator and cries when he can't play in there. (which is extremely annoying!)
- dishwasher is a close second. but i do let him play in there, so it's losing its luster.
- VACUUMING! yesterday we vacuumed the whole house, and he was thrilled when i let him help me in the last room. he stood there and pushed the vacuum oh so slowly as he walked and then would bounce-bounce-bounce and look at me and GRIN.
- smiling. scrunch-nosed smiles. showing off his teeth. (he's got six and counting.)
- laughing. being tickled.
- wrestling/rough housing with dad
- being CHASED. oh the bliss!
- playing in his tunnel
- watching it snow
- going outside. laughing when it's windy.
- trying to grab the wreath on our front door and yank it down while i am unlocking the door.
- playing with objects in public until i lose interest, then becoming interested in throwing them down a few times until mom wises up and stops giving it to me.
- PEOPLE! the more the merrier.
- playing at the gym childcare while mom works out.
- chewing on his comb
- chewing on a pacifier like it's a stogie. (but NEVER using a paci as they are intended for babies.)
- yanking his socks off. sometimes chewing on them, sometimes yelling in aggravation if he can't get them off quickly enough.
- bath time. figuring out how the tub/shower/drain works.
- walks in the ergo.
- waking up as frequently as possible in the night.
- getting a serious look on his face and talking to the oven timer in the kitchen whenever it beeps.
- hiding things. this morning while i was eating breakfast i watched dax take the page of coupons hanging on the fridge, and go slide them under the oven. i said, "dax, what are you doing?" and he just smiles and laughs! sometimes toys go missing and when i watch him "find" them later, i am amazed.
- books. listening to stories. turning pages. (hungry caterpillar, hey diddle diddle, farm animals, and dr seuss's wonderful book of noises are his current faves.)
- wheels. pushing tractors.
- eating! but not feeding himself. he's been trying lots of new foods, and so far there hasn't been anything he does not like. meat is a big hit, especially the pork bbq at the farm show, and he likes cheerios A LOT.
i really love this age. now if only he would sleep. it's depressing. like last night i sobbed in the middle of the night after getting up with him for the umpteenth time and in those dark moments i think, 'well here i go to live in a psych ward any day now, i give up, i can't keep living like this ...'
and maybe i shouldn't write that on a blog on the internet because it makes me sound like a bad mom or a crazy person, but maybe i am okay with being considered a crazy person. because i know some pretty crazy people and i like them. (but i am definitely not okay with being a bad mom, but that fear reminds me i am a good one ... because i am trying my best, and if i were a bad one i wouldn't care or try, so at least there's that.)
and maybe someday when dax is an astronaut discovering new planets ... or curing cancer (or cracking conspiracies and getting those dicey pharmaceutical companies to hand over the cure already) ... or breaking olympic records for all the sports ... or creating something bigger than the internet that we wonder how we ever lived without (except it won't be all controversial like the internet, making people say, "yeah, but times were so much simpler and nicer before we had the internet ...") ... or preaching and teaching truth like billy graham, because i just think he's the coolest ... or starring in movies, being the clint eastwood of his time ... whatever it is, that dax ends up doing and being famous for, then *maybe* some sleep-deprived mom who keeps accidentally wearing her shirts inside out (i've done it too, and it is embarrassing but not enough for me to bother fixing it) who feels like she cannot go another sleepless night will hear that DAX'S MOM did not sleep for months on end, and she will breathe a sigh of relief and be able to keep going, one day at a time, knowing that the future is oh-so-bright for her adorable young rascal.
and then sharing about going to those dark places during those sleepless nights will not have been in vain.