Busy Baby

Josh is now 13 months and by far, out of the three boys, into everything. It is a very cute age, but busy, busy, busy!

His favourite things to get into include: 

• pots and pan drawer (pushes lids along the floor -- lovely sound -- and bashes and clangs the smaller pots)
•  tupperware drawer (general throwing of containers and lids and the odd time trying to put a lid on the container)
• broom and bag cupboard (at least he tries to clean up the mess he and the other two create)
• corner cupboard (dangerous, he almost removed the lid from my container of cocoa)
• pantry (anything and everything he can get his paws in, also likes to hide in there, see video)
• dishwasher (tries vehemently to get in there, has bionic hearing and as soon as door open, scrambles over only to throw his whole body down on the floor in  exasperation as once again being thwarted by mom and dad)
• bathroom (loves toilet, continues to try and play in the bowl, and love toilet paper even more -- amazing how fast they can spin that roll in mere seconds)
• shoes and boots (he has a thing for removing the laces from Jud's boots

And the list goes on...

Baby Steps

On March 22nd, Joshua turned 1 year old. Two weeks later he decided that enough was enough. Crawling was beneath him. It was for lesser beings. Crawling was for those who were prepared to watch. It was for those who were prepared to be left behind. Game on.

An Easter Visit

This past Easter Sunday Jill and I took the boys over to my grandmother's for a quick visit. She is 90-something and loves her babies. I should know her exact age, but I can never remember it and it doesn't really matter. So long as we show with Tim Horton's tea and a baby, we're welcome. I took a picture of her holding Joshua, who is now 1 year old and, by the account of many, the son who looks most like me. She is smiling in all of the photos and Joshua, who is usually a twisting, flailing monkey when  you try to hold him, sat placidly on her lap. She was happy and he was content. I couldn't have scripted it any better.

42 years ago she held me like that. Often. For two years I was the only grandchild, so I imagine I was held a good deal. I'm hoping that years from now William will remember his 'Nanny Donut'. He's a smart boy and at an age where memories begin to stick. If her health holds perhaps Bo will have some hazy memories too. It's unlikely Joshua will, but I'll have photos such as this to show him. One of my uncles was there and we later exchanged emails about work and a book. In his last email he deviated from the thread and wrote "I was thinking over the weekend how things are playing out so well for you. You really struck it rich with that wife of yours and three boys." I know that of course. And looking at that photo I realize that I'm one of the fortunate few who has been wealthy from day one. The boys wore us down, but it was a good Easter :)