Mr. Shawn is 21 months now. Craziness. His favorite foods are probably peanut butter, coconut yogurt (which he tried for the first time recently) and french fries. He loves to go places with us, playing any kind of electronics, and being outside. He is a silly, and likes to tease. He finds himself very amusing. :) He isn't saying much yet, at least not recognizably, but understands things quite well. Words I can recognize: Mama, Daddy, Reilly, Katy, Jaina, Grandpa, Go, Eat, Please, Car, Drink, Kitty, Up, More, and Moo. He has been working on 2-year-molars lately, I think, and has been pretty whiny, cry-y and not sleeping well. But today he seemed to feel fine. And he gave me a run for me money. :) I had a cutesy first-person perspective of his day halfway written on my phone (most of which I did while sitting outside his door waiting for him to fall asleep), but apparently if I don't push "save" and come back to it an hour later, it doesn't feel it has to stick around. Grumpy. Anyway, we'll just have to go with a list of Shawn's activities today. He fit in a lot.
Up at 5:40 AM (I was just glad he slept that late, and that I was able to get him to lay down and try to sleep for another 20 minutes while I laid in Reilly's bed in his room. Reilly has been sleeping on the couch the last few weeks, because he can't go back to sleep when Shawn wakes him at 5 o'something, and Reilly doesn't get enough sleep as it is.)
We went for a walk at 6:15, since it was finally under 80º this morning. A little muggy though. Shawn likes stroller rides, until he gets bored, and then he started "uh, uh, uh-ing" any time we don't seem to be going towards home instead of away from it. He prefers to have a little bowl of Cheerios to work on while we walk.
Back home at 7, oatmeal for breakfast, since we were out of almond milk. Shawn loves oatmeal. I don't love how he likes to hide smears of it in his ears and hair that I somehow always miss with the rag when I clean him.
Scriptures at 7:40. Or 7:45-ish. Katy slept in this morning, and we were still trying to do her hair at 7:40. Shawn loves scriptures. He isn't always quiet, though, and sometimes he gets mad if there's something he wants in the other room and no one is coming to help him with. He likes to kneel down for prayer, and watches everyone carefully to do exactly what they are doing. Sometimes this is good, sometimes it is not.
Usually Jeremy takes the kids to school in the mornings, and Shawn cries like his heart is broken. Today I was taking them, so he got to go. He loves to go to drop off, and doesn't mind leaving them at school nearly as much as he minds them all going out the door without him.
We went home for 30 minutes to clean up the kitchen a little. I suspect this is when Shawn might have found dirty forks and spoons on the counter and/or table and put them in the silverware drawer for me to find later. Awesome. Thanks for the help, bud.
Off to Wal-mart and Riverview Park, where I was meeting with a few friends. It was still under 90º, which is unheard of lately. It was actually pleasant in the shade. Shawn LOVES the park. He and his little friends went up and down and through the equipment, and ate snacks off the ground after they dumped them, which is his favorite. We squeezed in 20 minutes in the splash pad at the end, which is also his favorite (much better than pools, where he can't move around as well) before we had to rush home to pick up Katy. That 11:20 bus pick up is going to be the death of me, I swear... (but I still think half-day kindergarten was the best choice for her).
Lunch, and got the boy in bed for a nap by 12. But he didn't nap. Instead, he filled his diaper. Then when he was clean, he wasn't sleepy anymore, and spent his energy throwing everything out of his bed (including his pacifiers) and crying about it, and in trying to tear the dark curtains away from the wall so he could see them cleaning up the last of the giant tree limb that fell outside our house a few days ago. And at some point, doing who-knows-what, he managed to fall and hit his head on the crib hard enough to leave a mark.
He kept fussing and then crying after being quiet a while, so I would go in to hush him/stand by his bed if needed, then he would hit the deck when he saw me and pretend he was asleep. Over and over. Sigh. I finally got him up about 1:10, at which point he played with the markers (trying to take off and put all the lids back on) and really made a mess of himself and his shirt. But he wasn't crying, so I didn't really care, and just let him. (see his forehead mark there?)
The next few hours he took books out a box, whined for a turn on the kids' computer (where he pounded on the keyboard until he fell off the stool and cried), dragged me into the kitchen over and over to find a more satisfactory snack than we had in inventory, played My Little Ponies with Katy for a while (I bribed her to let him), dumped a few different containers of toys all over, and sat by the front window (on top of the coffee table) yelling at the kids outside. He actually whined at me less than usual, and way less than I thought he would after not sleeping, which was nice. He always wakes up so grumpy.
For dinner he was thrilled to discover we were having a favorite of his, pizza. Cheeseless for him, which I totally don't get, but he thinks it's yummy. After that, it was bath time. Between this morning's oatmeal, the chlorine at the splash pad, the (washable) markers, and the pizza sauce, he was SO ready for one.
