He has been making alot of long phone calls on the tv remote lately.
He somehow took off his pyjama bottoms and started swinging them around over his head like he was practicing for a hen party.
While in the crib he tried so hard to look down and see his belly button he toppled over onto his face.
He was blowing on slices of watermelon this morning to cool them down enough to eat.
Now that he’s tall enough to look out the front window, he stands there like an old lady peering at the neighbors and yelling at traffic.
By the time I rescued the hand lotion, he looked like a mime.
He fell in love with the horse-sized Great Dane but was terrified of the miniature chickens.
He was wrapping aluminum foil around his head this morning; it seems the aliens are coming.
He has started calling his big yellow ball “mom”.
He has a newfound passion for methodically hammering raisins flat with a wooden block.