February 27, 2015

11 Month Fish!

With everyone being constantly sick (another double ear infection and pink eye since my last post), I'm behind on posting about my favorite little buddy. And, goodness, how much he's changed in the past 2 months!

We have a BUSY monkey on our hands. Our son literally NEVER STOPS. I thought Eleanor was a busy body, and looking back, she's nothing compared to her brother. We basically spend the day trying to keep Fisher from harming himself or others. Most of it is our fault because we still have yet to baby proof our home. Fisher's current favorite shenanigans:

: Racing up the stairs when we're not watching him for all of 2 seconds, then scaling/hanging from the banister.

: Opening the cabinet with all of our household cleaners and attempting to poison himself

: Climbing up on anything and everything he can. I turned my back for a split second last week and he had overturned a bouncy pony to use as a step to climb ONTO Eleanor's play kitchen. The next day he used a box of wipes to hoist himself onto the coffee table.

: Playing in the shower (without any water) and especially loves pinning his chubby little fingers in the door and wailing at the top of his lungs.

: Hanging on curtains

: Pulling every book off his shelf - the heavier ones always seem to land right on his toes.

: Eating everything he's not supposed to - sister's Lite Brite pegs, paper, rocks, an old orange peel found on the floor.

: Hacking his way into the laundry room and high tailing it straight to the bleach.

: Dunking his hands and/or diving into toilet water.

: When he sees us discovering that he's doing something naughty, he looks us in the eyes and shakes his head "no." Or the newest is him shaking his index finger at us telling us "no, no." Like admitting the wrongfulness will piss us off any less?

So, the fact that we've kept this kid alive during the first year is somewhat of a miracle. Is it bad that I want to cage him sometimes? It's exhausting/hilarious/not surprising all at the same time.

Fisher is quite the eater and now refuses to let us spoon feed him. He only wants to eat finger foods and will eat just about anything. I find that I have to pre cut up his meal before he sits in his high chair because otherwise I can't feed him fast enough. He shovels food in like it's his last meal. We ran out of formula and decided to start Fish on whole milk early. It didn't phase him one bit - took his first helping of cow's milk like a champ.

Other activities that brother loves right now:

: Being chased

: Any sort of singing and music class. Just like his big sister, he's the only kid in his class that doesn't sit with his parent in the circle but insists on sitting in the middle, right in from of the teacher.

: This kid is obsessed with being outdoors. If I open the front door to grab a package and immediately close it, Fisher erupts. He is as happy as can be if he's outside, so we're trying to get to the trail for walks or logging in park time as much as possible. 

: Dogs. He squeals whenever we see a dog, so our walks on the trail are his favorite.

: Balls. Any sort of ball - he doesn't discriminate. He's pretty coordinated with throwing and rolling balls too.

: Play at My Gym. He somehow finds the prettiest little girls in the gym and starts open mouth kissing them. Quite the lady killer.

: Talking... chatty little guy. He'll say Mama, Dada, Baba, Nana, Ha! But "ball" is his current favorite. When he sees any sport on TV, he comes running and should ballllllll over and over.


Because we're constantly chasing our little maniac around, I don't have as many Fisher pics as I would like. Here are a few though:

Fun at the Children's Mueseum


My Gym play pretty much guarantees us a great nap.

Play in the shower as we attempt to get ready in the mornings.

Peekaboo!

I may or may not creep into their rooms at night and take pics of them. It's the only time he's not maniacally moving.

Every morning, same routine. Head straight to the nightstand and try to dump over Mom's glass of water., then chew on any cord in sight. This one is the monitor charger. Note that his diaper is barely on him because he won't sit still for diaper changes. So, we're usually chasing him doing it in motion.

Busted! Rummaging through my purse.

Score! Wallet.

Hiding in sister's tent and then popping out to "surprise" us.


Pro at tippy toes to get to whatever he's not supposed to. We may have to put bars on our windows soon.

Attempting to climb the curtains

Among all of the mischief, I sometimes get this innocent, sweet smile.

Nana taught Fish how to "pat it and roll it" Patty Cake style...


Buddy giving me the finger - "no, no"





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