Haydn

Haydn is everything a little boy should be--he's rambunctious, fearless, daring, mischievous, always sticky, and can easily melt your heart.  Some days, I can hardly keep up, but amid all the destruction, I love it. 

He loves to wash his hands, and wash and wash.  I think really he just likes to play in the soap and water. Several times I've found him straddling the island in my kitchen. He climbs up from the wall side, not sink side, by leaning across from the kitchen table and pulling himself up with his elbows.  His strength amazes me sometimes.

Last month he also dumped all of our shower stuff in the toilet.  I managed to find him right before he tossed in the loofah, but our body wash, his body wash, some deodorant and my makeup brush all fell victim. 

He also loves Diego.  And while I think it is absolutely adorable to listen to him sing "Go, Gei-go, Go" and dance along, I really do try to limit it, because he would watch it all day if I let him.  Although, I think he really just likes the song in the beginning, because after that he loses attention until the ending song comes on and then he wants you to start it over.  And in homage to the Bobo monkeys on Diego, he has named the monkey quilt my MIL made him "Bobo."  Now when he goes to bed, he needs both "thisis" and "bobo."

He still thinks kisses are yucky.  Sometimes he will surprise me and give me a kiss, but usually he shakes his head, yells "nun uh" and runs away or tries to trick you by pretending to give you a kiss, but really he's just trying to lick and/or bite you.  He will give lots of loves though, unless he's not in the mood and then he does the screaming, running away thing. 

His vocabulary and understanding is expounding.  It's so fun to watch as he learns new words and answers questions you ask him.  I also like that he can communicate fairly well what he wants; it cuts back on the frustration, for both of us. 

We have to be careful to make sure the front door is both locked and dead bolted.  Last month he managed to get out one morning while I was getting dressed.  I searched for about ten minutes before I found him outside several houses down on the other side of the street.  He thought it was great fun.  I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest. 

He can unlock our back door all by himself and now goes outside whenever he feels like it.  His favorite thing to do is to stand outside and throw rocks into my kitchen.  I don't know how many times a day I sweep up a mountain of rocks and throw them back out. 
 
He loves his "sisses," which is what he calls girls.  Sometimes when it's just he and I, he'll wander around calling "sisses" looking for them.  He also knows that his "sisses" get on the bus in the morning and go down the street and he tries to follow them every chance he gets.

He has also taken to tattooing himself every chance he gets.  On more than one occasion I've gotten him out of the bath only to have him drawn on himself by the time I get his diaper on. Every surface in my house has also been doodled on.  And try as I might, I cannot seem to keep writing utensils away from him.  I suppose it doesn't help that girls have them stashed all over the house.

Here are some pictures from last month: