Dada Obsession

Lately Easton mentions "Dada" allllllll day. Sometimes it's understandable, like he'll show me his book about Jesus and tell me "Dada" as in "Dad reads this to me." Or he'll brush his teeth and say it because normally Jason is the one to brush teeth with him at night. Sometimes it makes no sense: we saw balloons tied to a stop sign and he said, "Balloon. Dada." It is cute but quite goofy. He's always asking to watch movies of "Dada Eastie" on the computer as well. Then, he gets all excited when he hears J come home but then has been acting a little shy at first. Very strange...like he's built him up so much in his head? I dunno. Yesterday was the first time Jason didn't see Easton all day. J was sad about it so he made sure to look at all the pictures from the day to catch up. He worked late and then played music with someone till after E's bedtime. They're not going to get much time together today either because of swimming and it's my night in the pool. Poor guys.

Speaking of bedtime, last night he didn't fall asleep until 8:45--that's an hour after his "normal" bedtime. He ended up napping sort of late in the day and I knew he wouldn't be ready for sleep at the usual time so I shot for a half hour late. Even so he laid in there till 8:45. I had to go in once because he wouldn't stop calling for me. He's not sad when he does it, it's more of a "Mama? Hey I'm in here." So I go in to give more kisses and pats and tell him night night again. I had to do that the night before last too. I'm telling you, with these sleep issues I'm not sure how much longer this napping gig is gonna last. Then, to top it off he was a crankster when he woke up again from yesterday's nap:

Refusing to come down the stairs:

Still not wanting to come all the way down:


Easton finally cheered up when he got to play with his new toaster. At Kindermusik they sing a song about toast and "popping" up when it's done. Easton enjoys it. At class the teacher had a mini toaster that you could make "pop" too and she said they were in the Dollar Spot at Target so we got one. Easton loves loves loves it:
"Toast toast I like it a lot. Toast toast time to..."

"...POP"


While he was occupied with his toaster I turned on Oprah. I never ever watch her but I'd heard on the radio that they were doing a cool "baby language" segment so I flipped it on. Easton even stopped popping toast to watch it with me. He was riveted:

Seriously the second he heard the babies crying he was glued to the tube. The crying made him feel a little uncomfortable, I think, because he came to sit on my lap. It was really interesting. You can check out the link on the Secret Language of Babies. Jason watched it from TiVo once he got home and found it interesting too. We'll have to remember it all (just 5 "words") once the new baby comes along. Pretty cool.

Today has been okay so far. Easton made some scary faces at me this morning:

And read about Jesus some more:

He's got such a Jesus fire under him right now. It's really awesome. He's going to be getting his first Bible soon.

We went to Gymsters this morning and it was fun as usual. The woman that always annoys me touched my belly today. I think she's the first non-family to do so. I'm not a fan. I would think I wouldn't mind so much but apparently I do. Most people tend to respect a preggo's personal space these days but not everyone. She said the exact same thing to me she said last time, "Oh, you've popped!" and this time it was accompanied by the belly pat. I put my own hand on my belly and then turned to watch what Easton was doing. She also asked me twice just today how I was feeling. She needs some new material.

Easton was a big boy at Gymsters. They did an activity with a football and he followed right along with the teacher without any help from me this time. The only thing he didn't "get" was when she'd say, "Can you do it with the other foot?" or whatever and he'd continue with the same part. I'm really glad we were able to do this second session. I really feel like he benefits with the exception of all the germies. Again, oh well. I can't worry about everything. Oh! That reminds me, I heard a great quote yesterday: "Worrying is like a rocking chair--it gives you something to do but won't get you anywhere." Good point, but it's still not going to keep me from being me (a worrier). I still liked the quote. I hadn't heard it before.

Naptime today wasn't quite as big of a struggle but it still wasn't what I was getting used to. Always changin'. That's life with E. Keeps me on my toes, that's for sure.

Okey dokey, I think that oughta do it for now. Happy trails!