Ummm, yeah....

So, in the midst of packing, things are out of place. Wes is taking full advantage of that. He's had alot of fun playing with things that aren't usually accessible...like my bra!?! I only got one picture of this. It's like he realized when I pulled out the camera that this moment could be used for blackmail later. He hastily removed it, and hasn't donned it since.

A long conversation with Nina

As Wes gets older, he gets more talkative. ALOT more talkative. He especially likes to talk on toy phones. On real phones, he usually clams up and won't say a word and gives the phone back after a couple of moments of unsure listening.

Today was different, however. Wes actually handed the phone to me today and requested to talk to "Nanni", or my mother who calls herself "Nina" instead of grandma. So, I dialed the number so he could talk with her. I was astounded at what happened after that. Not only did he put the phone to his ear and ACTUALLY TALK (very loudly, I might add), he mimicked me when I'm on the phone in such detail that it was almost scary. He walked around the room, twirled circles, looked out the window, sat for a while, got up and walked around a bit more, sat in a different room, listened for a while, talked a bit more, then got up and walked around a little more. He played with toys while listening. Chased the cat.

I finally realized that his entire life, he's seen me clean the house, take out garbage, change his diaper, and do a host of other things while talking on the phone. Sometimes I just pace, sitting occasionally, but always returning to my feet to talk and think some more.

He did this for a very long time, probably 10 or more minutes. My mother kept up the conversation beautifully, asking him about what he ate today, if he went to the "wee" (park) and such. She asked him what a host of different animals said, and he would answer in turn.

He would stop every now and then to push a couple of buttons, but always returned the phone to his ear to talk some more. However, after a while, he got tired...and laid on the floor (like I sometimes lay on the couch or the bed) and put the phone close to his ear so he could still hear my mom. Crazy kid! I can't believe how observant they really are!

Yummy!

OK...so with all this moving jazz, I've been a little lame with updates. I take the pictures, but I neglect to actually get them here where you can see them. I actually have a few spare moments tonight, so there will be a slew of updates.

This happened while my mom was here to visit. I had poured myself a bowl of cereal and had settled in the living room to eat breakfast while talking with my mom. Wes was happily playing with toys. He would toddle up to me to get a "bi" (bite) and then would go back to playing. On one occasion, he came to get his "bi" with some toy pickles in his hand. I didn't think anything of it, until they splashed into my bowl! It surprised me at first, and then I laughed my head off. Had to get a picture of Wes's yummy addition to my breakfast. What a little cook he's turning out to be.

Last night he whipped Kevin and I up an imaginary meal in a pot with a baster. He would stir, fold his arms and bow his head to pray, shout Amen!, stir some more, taste it and say "mmmmm", then share some with us. We lavished on the praise for his cooking. It'll be interesting to see where this interest goes in the future. For now, I'm enjoying pickled cucumber products with my breakfast. Top that, food network!!!