I was letting the boys browse the toy aisles in a shop yesterday. As usual, Tommy was asking me if he could buy things, and I was telling him "no" to everything. Charlie was just wandering around and chattering to himself. I wasn't really listening to him, just keeping him in view. I noticed a lady walk near him, stop to listen to him, chuckle, then continue on. That's when I realized what he was saying over and over. "Buy? No, no, no. Buy? No, no, no." I guess he was mimicking us.
Tommy's favorite color is "all the colors." If you ask him to elaborate he'll tell you that another way too look at it is that WHITE is his favorite color because white light has all the colors in it. I blame The Magic School Bus.
Charlie has concocted an elaborate game involving the food on his high chair tray. I'm not sure of all the rules because it's pretty complicated. As a matter of fact, I try really hard not to agree to play along, but somehow we end up in Round Three before I even realize it. If he drops something and says "uh-oh!" he wants it back. If he's not interested in eating a particular type of finger-food, he'll carefully pick out those items and start dropping them off the side. However, if I notice and say "no, not on the floor, put it in your mouth or onto the tray" he'll grin and pop it in his mouth. Unless he REALLY doesn't want those pieces. Then he'll start scrambling to drop them as quickly as possible before I can reach him and stop him. But then he'll laugh and offer me a bite as soon as I get close enough. If I try to eat it, he'll shake his head "no" and eat it himself. Unless he REALLY doesn't want them. Then he'll either try again to drop them or pile them up in one corner of his tray so they're not touching the food he does want. It's all very confusing, and I'm pretty sure he outscores me every meal.
David left for work at 6:30 am yesterday and didn't come home until 10:30 pm. This is neither a Tommy Tidbit nor a Charlie Chiplet. I just want sympathy.
Tommy and Charlie have been taking their baths together lately since I'm doing the bath/bed thing on my own a lot. It's really funny to watch them. Charlie loves having water dumped on his head. Tommy's not so fond of it, but I can see him thinking that he ought not to be a wimp about it in front of the baby. He'll dump cup after cup of water on Charlie's head, and when Charlie finally successfully dumps a cup of water over his head he tenses, grits his teeth and says "Thanks Charlie" very sarcastically.
We seem to be hitting a small patch of sibling rivalry over here. Tommy's been pretty much immune to most of that sort of thing so far, and still thinks Charlie is the best baby ever and loads of fun. However, in the last week or so he's suddenly decided that many Charlie's toys are now his favorite toys too. I guess it's good for Charlie to have to learn to take turns and share, but it was a lot easier when they just played with different things.
Charlie has been hiding my combs and brushes one at a time while I shower. I have no idea where he's putting them. The one I always use was on the counter when I got into the shower on Monday and was gone when I got out. I used a different one, but then that one disappeared the next day. I'm now down to a travel brush that I dug out of the storage closet. It's the last one I own, so if he hides it tomorrow I'm going to have to turn the house inside out to find them all.
Meanwhile Tommy has a secret stash of things he doesn't want Charlie to play with inside his little table. Last time I looked inside there was a puzzle piece, the boulders from his T-Rex Mountain, a rock, the Scooby-Doo Mystery Machine toy, and the remote to Tommy's Viewmaster Projector. Hmm... Maybe I should check there for my combs and brushes.
When we leave the house Charlie says "Bye-bye home." I think that's pretty clever for 14 months.