The Worst

Holden was having difficulty walking. After I got him dressed, I put him down, but he immediately fell. Despite much effort, he couldn't get back up. I picked him up and stood him on his legs. He tried taking a step and fell down again. He wasn't crying out in pain, so I started panicking thinking that it must be neurological. But, as it turned out, the only person who needed to get their head checked was me. I had put both of his legs into the same pant leg.

Cheerios

All I want to do is eat dried Cheerios, but Holden's going,"I want my own bowl of Cheerios, but the Cheerios have to come out of your bowl. Okay, now I want to feed you Cheerios from your bowl. Those look good. I'm going to eat from your bowl. I need more Cheerios for my bowl. That's too much. Let's just dump it all back in your bowl. Okay, now please put more Cheerios in my bowl..."

Toilet Floss

Holden has successfully tossed his first household item into the toilet. As I watched the dental floss make its way into the bowl, I let out a desperate, "Noooooo!" Holden, with his eyes scrunched and jaw slightly dropped, gave me the most confused looked, as if to say, "Whaaaat is the big deal?! I see you drop stuff into this thing all the time!"

Mom. Mom. Mom.

I have my own little Stewie Griffin. The last week has been nothing but "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mooooom! Mom. Mom!" And a good majority of the time, he doesn't want anything more than my attention, so when I respond, he just smiles and moves on.

Yesterday, I was on the floor, with my back to him, picking up food he dropped, when he started,"Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. MOM!" "Yes, Holden," I said with my back still to him. But he continued,"Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom." Next thing I know, he's crouched down, with his face right in mine, yelling,"MOM!!"

Apparently, he wanted to show me something, and I wasn't looking. But, you got my attention, kiddo. So, kuddos to that.