Wow. It never ceases to amaze me what a difference a few weeks makes in a toddler's life. Wilder has gone from incoherently babbling like a tongue-speaking snake charmer to saying as many actual words as we can throw at him. Puppy. Kitty. Baby. (The basics, of course). Apple. Love you. Thank you. Betty. Etc. (He doesn't actually say "et cetera" ... that was to indicate ... well, you know. Heheh.)
He's sleeping in our room because his Grandad and Aunt Cati are in town. This morning he woke up in his Pak 'n Play, peeped over the side, saw Jer and said "Papa... Papa. Papa. Papa." When this failed to sufficiently wake Jerry to go and pick him up, he tried a new tack. "Kitty. Kiiiiiitttttyyyyyy." For the record, kitty didn't get him either, but it sure gave Jerry and I a good early-morning giggle.
Two nights ago, when Jerry Sr. and Cati got here, we all decided to go have sushi. I thought about packing Wilder some food, but thought: "He can eat sushi, right?" Not the raw stuff, of course, but other cooked sushi fare would be all right. Turns out he will! He slurped miso soup down like a hungry sumo wrestler. Popped edamame like it was popcorn. Even gave California rolls a shot and loved them. We've tried pretty hard to give him a lot of different flavors and variety in his diet and so far he's resisted very little. Hope it lasts ...
Anyway, that's about all for now. I'm sure I'll be posting Christmas morning photos and maybe a little video here soon (please don't make fun of my appearance -- I'm rocking the Rick Springfield mullet look in the process of growing my hair out). We've got everything wrapped and under the tree. One last thing to do, and that's put together Wilder's Radio Flyer Rocket Car tonight and stick a big bow on it.
Merry Christmas to everyone! Much love, K, J & W
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