Last weekend we ventured into our first play area. The weather was crappy, Matthew needed to run and the museums were already closed and well, I had a massive sinus headache and to be at least partially honest, baby Watson wanted ice cream :-) Mr. Big Brother also didn't seem to mind tagging along for this occasion and enjoying his fair share.
He was a little unsure of the play tunnels at first, but after watching an older girl climb up and then go down the slide he was ready to go. He'd watch her go in the tunnel then run around and watch her come down he slide and laugh hysterically. She then very helpfully pushed him up a tunnel to a landing bubble where he could hang out while the older kids climbed circles around him and he could make faces at us. He thought it was hilarious and watching him definitely was hilarious . . . until it was time to go and my pregnant self had to climb the tunnels to retrieve an unwilling to leave on his own toddler. I'm not sure whose brilliant idea it was to only have one way in and one way out but I was not impressed.
Yesterday it warmed up and we headed outside to try out our new sidewalk chalk. Matthew was quite intrigued, though it took him some time to figure out he could draw a lot more sitting and kneeling instead of crouching.
Today as I was cleaning out my cupboards I found an errant bag of yogurt melts from oh, probably a year ago and offered them up as snack. Matthew was super excited about them as a snack but even more excited when he realized they have very similar properties to chalk, super delicious chalk:
And last but not least, my favorite joy of toddlerhood is just that my son is weird. He does weird, inexplicable, hilarious things all day long. The other day when we were skyping he decided to do this weird walk for grandpa, then delivered a repeat performance the next day for grandma since the boy will do anything for a laugh:
When he's not walking around in some weird fashion, he's busy doing things like lining up his animals (trains, blocks, whatever) talking to them in some loud screeching code and then destroying them or growling and wearing my shoes around. I'd love to know what he's thinking and how his brain is working but also would be afraid to really find out :-) In the meantime he and I are hopefully headed out on a road trip tomorrow afternoon. Should be an interesting time as always.