Seth's Weblog

He takes the stairs on his feet instead of his knees, randomly tries new words, runs instead of walks, puts a bag or a blanket on his shoulder saying "bye" and waves as he heads for the door. He's still climbing, in and out of the hamper, up and down in his high chair but fights me almost every time I try to put him in his car seat. It makes me dread a busy errand day. He brings me books so that I can read to him. He loses interest, but he no longer tries to take them from me when I'm reading to Savannah. When I smell his messy diaper, I say, "Did you go poopies?" Then he reaches down and grabs his diaper. We're getting the potty seat down very soon to give it a try.