Coming off of the family-wide outbreak of the stomach flu, MLK Day was a perfect day for Murrow and Poppa to get out of the house and have some fun. It was a freezing, but beautiful, day at the Sculpture Park. Murrow loved running around Alexander Calder’s Eagle…something about a massively spikey orange hunk of iron gets the boy excited.
After warming up in the car and taking a 2 hour nap in his car seat (Poppa was very, very bored), we were off to the Seattle Center for some gospel music in honor of MLK. Although the choir was good, it couldn’t hold his attention for long, so it was off to more running, a stint at the arcade and lunch. Murrow enjoyed eating lunch using a booster seat instead of a highchair, but it won’t happen again for awhile, since he tried to launch himself off of it.
Photos after the jump
For some reason the kiddo doesn’t slow down growing up while I slack on not updating the site. Here’s a few things he’s done since the last batch I posted. He’s starting to put two words together “Jazzy down” and “Veggie Booty”. He can now use some doorknobs. He’s switched from looking like an old man in some photos to looking like a slacker teenager.
One of these days D&d will succeed in living in the same city/state/country…possibly even home…and have Cousin Two Belts Jr. We like to think of their visits in Seattle as training for that day (hiding in a box and watching him run around screaming).
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The first two nights we had the toddler bed up, he spent much, ok, most, of the night either screaming or sleeping restlessly on the floor by his door. Sucked. For everyone.
But that was just the first two nights. Since then, he’s gone down very calmly and quietly. And he’s staying nicely in his bed. However, he has been waking up about half of the nights, requiring one of us (ahem, Momma) to go soothe him and lay him back down. Still, we’re calling it a success. Big boy-ness. Fun.
One funny thing… Now, when Murrow gets up in the morning, he whines a bit on the floor until we (ahem, Momma) go(es) to open the door, at which point he says “No,” and pushes the door closed. This doesn’t usually latch the door, so we (ahem, Momma) trudge(s) back to bed and wait until Murrow is ready to come out and greet the day.