We All Scream

This is not an uncommon sight ‘round these parts. We have spent many a summer afternoon on the lawn enjoying an ice cream cone. My mom likes to tell me about when I was little (probably around M’s age now) and she would sometimes give me an ice cream cone in the afternoon. I would try to share it with the peacocks at the park. It was my favorite part of the day.

M loves ice cream probably more than any food in the entire universe. He claps and claps if he sees us eating out of a bowl because he always thinks it MIGHT be ice cream. I think when I look back on this summer, the afternoons where we sprawled on the grass and enjoyed a treat together will stand out as some of my favorites. Such a simple thing, but I never feel so content as I do just enjoying a nice day outside with my two favorite people in the world.  

M at Sixteen Months

(Lambie is telling him a secret. Ha.)

The Bug-a-Boo has been a very busy boy this past month. This kid is always on the move. He spends much of the day pushing, pulling, riding, and most recently STANDING ON his Mickey Mobile. He is starting to try to climb on things and has given me a couple of heart attacks.



M puts all his most treasured possessions in the trunk of his Mickey car to carry with him always. I wish I would have taken a picture of today’s load. In addition to the sippy cup and socks, there was also a stacking donut, bath toy, and Telletubby (compliments of Aunt Michelle). It is always so fun to peek in there and see what he’s currently transporting. I swear it makes me giggle every single time.

M still loves to “help” us do whatever we are doing. He is so desperate to be a big boy and do adult things like unload dishwasher and type on the laptop. Spencer let M help (a.k.a. poke a screwdriver against the door for a minute) childproof one of the cupboards and M just thought he was the bee’s knees. 

Recently, M has been pulling all of the towels out of the guest bathroom cupboard and hiding in there. He thinks it’s his own secret clubhouse. He will even close the door and then open it a crack to peek up at me.

In looking at all of these recent pictures, I realized that it looks like I often don’t put real clothes on my child. I do, I swear. It’s been hot lately, and there have been a few days that we were all sick, so there have been a few times that he’s bummed around the house in a onesie. But we are normally a “get dressed for the day” kind of family.
I still love watching him sleep. I always forget all the mischief he got into earlier in the day (like tossing a sailboat in the potty or ripping up a story book) when I look at that peaceful little face. Such a sweetheart.

Speaking of mischief, M does this thing where he says “uh-oh” when he does something naughty (like throw his monkey overboard when I’m pushing him in the shopping cart). In some ways it’s a good thing because it can alert me to bad behavior if I hear an “uh-oh” from the other room. Spencer and I call them “on-purpose-oh’s.”

(Mom, puuuhleeeease can we be done with this photo shoot?)

We’ve been having such a fun summer. It has been so exciting to be able to take M on lots of outings and spend tons of time playing outside. M will sometimes do things like run all around the playground all by himself and it makes me feel like he’s such a big boy. But then there are other times when he pops his thumb in his mouth and plops in my lap for a snuggle that I feel reassured that he’s not so very big yet after all. My baby/big boy. I love him so.