Sunday, January 31, 2010

A Note to Logan

The day before yesterday, Logan, you sang the tune of “Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun” with the words “Sun, sun.” It was so cute. And at lunch you would look at me and when I asked how old you were, you held up two fingers for the video camera and then said “two.” You also said “bye bye” when I said bye to put away the camera, and I believe we got that on film.

Yesterday was hard, though. You didn’t want to play outside in the snow. It was too bright for your eyes, but you seemed upset even before we got out there, so I wondered if you had teething issues or something else wrong. So I was frustrated when you wouldn’t ride in the box like a sled, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that you must have thought we were getting ready to leave somewhere which first made you upset, and then the brightness of the snow everywhere was hurting your eyes, plus it was freezing. So we’ll do it another time.

You are making lots of progress with coordination these days. You can jump, and you love to do that in your crib like on a trampoline. You also hop around on the regular floor, too, which is good to see. You like to stomp your new sneakers, which is good for your legs, and they are getting stronger; I can feel that your calves are good and thick. Some days you enjoy eating your yogurt or mashed potatoes with a spoon, and that is very good.

You started climbing up on the couch just a couple of weeks ago. I need to encourage more of that since it’s really good for your coordination and strength. At church, you’ve been going up all the front steps holding my hand, and that is wonderful.

At my mom’s house, you were going up and down her steps into her den all on your own without sitting first, which is also a big deal. And you were not fussing or getting impatient at her place while we ate, but enjoyed her toys and trying the sound of your shoes in different areas, instead of playing so much with her doors as you used to. That makes me very glad!


One thing you like to do is go into mommy’s or your own closet and pull the door shut, as if you’ve found a nice hideout just your size and made for you.