Daycare is still going well. He has good little friends there, Woah (Noah), Fophie (Sophie), Pipp (Tripp), Baeden (Braeden) and his favorite workers Dardene (Darlene) and Tata (Tara). They keep him busy and he naps well there. He's happy to go in the morning and happy to leave in the afternoon so it's all good.
We've made a couple of trips away lately. We've gone for walks in the stroller and played at the park. We've been working around the yard and riding on his little tractor. We've played with Keely. We've been barbecuing and we've been making dairy-free icecream and pudding. We seem to have no problem keeping busy.
He's talking a lot more. He mostly puts 2 and sometimes 3 words together, but today he said his first clear 5-word sentence, "No, Baber, dats mine cheese," aka, "No, Cooper, that my cheese."
He loves Keely's chickens and we're toying with the idea of maybe getting some ourselves. We know nothing about them but he "talks" about Keeky's kickens all the time and always wants to go see them so we're sort of tossing it around.
He loves dressing and undressing himself several times/day, and he has a thing for socks - not his so much, but everybody else's. Here's what I mean...
These ones are Sherman's. |
This is one of my hockey socks worn mermaid style. |