Thane has a pretty great dad. Great as in patient and involved and just an all around amazing guy. He does this thing with Thane where when he’s giving him instructions on something (like not banging the screwdriver against the mirror let’s say) where he gets down at eye level, talks to him gently and then asks Thane to say “yes Dad” to show he understands. Which comes out a bit more like “yaa daa” and is perfectly adorable.
Then, while taking his bath a few days ago my husband told him not to do something, I can’t remember what, probably not flood the bathroom for the fourth time this week. And our kid, our sweet adorable almost 17 month old looks up at him, morphed into a 13 year old before our eyes and replied in a sarcastic tone “yeah yeah.”
In other news, at Lowes today a lady tried to catch Thane as he ran down the aisle with the intention of returning him to his mother. Who of course was actually just a few yards away at the time. So that was funny. She was a bit flustered when I said he actually went with me. Which was pretty obvious at that point anyway as he ran away from her and towards me.
The kid is pretty friendly in public, he smiles and waves like no ones business. Unless you come within four feet and then God help you because he turns into a screeching banshee. I kind of feel like I need a sign or something to let people know that because the poor things are just utterly charmed by him and then it all goes south so quickly. I’m glad he has his boundaries, but hopefully the volume on them will get turned down at some point.
His language went crazy while we were in CO. I’m not sure if it was reaching a certain age or the amount of people around or if the conversation was just more interesting (I’m going with the last guess myself.) All of a sudden he’s more willing to repeat things and I’m loving the ability to actually ask for things instead of playing twenty questions all the time. Favorites this week are: laundry room, raspberry, and teddy bear (one of our nicknames for him.) I love when we’re driving around I’ll just go down a list of words for him to try to say. Context is amusing too. Like the time his daddy asked him at dinner if he wanted more chicken and he replied “cluck cluck.” Which, yeah, guess that makes sense.