Playing with the Big Kids

My baby thinks he is a big boy now that he is walking (still like Frankenstein, for the record, but a fast Frankenstein). 

No more breaking up his food into pieces, cheese snacks and granola bars and bananas all have to be consumed whole, just like Abbey. 

No more sitting happily at the table; he eats his food and immediately wants down so he can walk around the table and giggle at how fun it is to walk. 

Some days he won't even tolerate me feeding him, which is adding exponentially to my already staggering laundry load.

More and more he wants to play with Abbey and the other "big" kids at her playdates.  Even when he's not sure what they're doing, he wants to be in the middle of the action, figuring out the whole parallel play stage of interaction.  At a recent playdate with our BFFs Brendan and Lainey, Dylan jumped right into the playing action.

Thankfully he's good-natured, because Abbey's tolerance is hit-or-miss (and unfortunately, sometimes the hitting isn't so figurative nor is it only coming from her). 

Also thankfully, she gets a kick out of him in ways that even bewilder me at times, and I think he's pretty fabulous.  When I least expect it, she is patient and laughing with him and holding his hand to lead him into something new.

I know they're mine, and I shouldn't gush too much, but they are marvelous.

Brendan's cheese face

Colleen says it's his favorite, and it was in all three pictures I tried to take