McKay is becoming quite the adventurous soul. As his coordination allows him to do increasingly more things, his fear of potential consequences drops dramatically. It's like living with an invincible teenager only without the sass.
Truthfully, we would probably have a little bit of sass from McKay if he had learned how to talk yet. While he has mastered "Mommy," "Dada," "side" (short for outside), and "mallo" (short for marshmallow) talking seems to be about the only thing McKay hasn't tried to already figure out. Within the past two weeks McKay has started opening doors, and drinking from a straw.
And he even figured out how to turn on the dishwasher.
With McKay's ingenuity I'm beginning to think that child labor laws may be a bit outdated. Give McKay a few more months and he could probably earn twice as much as me.
The one concern with all this development is that McKay finds himself in situations above his head. And that's saying something considering he's 36 or 37 inches tall already. (I'm not really sure how tall he is. I tried to measure him with a tape measure as he was sleeping, curled up in the fetal position.) One of those situations has already occurred in what many people are calling McKay vs. the infant car seat.
McKay's friend Sadie came over for a visit and McKay wanted to play in her car seat. But he didn't just crawl in there, he tried to climb in and to the top. Just as we were trying to get over there and catch him the car seat shifted and McKay came crashing down face first into the tile. The end result was that he chipped his front tooth.
While the idea of baby dentures did sound promising at first, we figure that baby teeth just aren't worth whatever it costs to make them appear more cosmetic - or the flight to the Philippines. Plus, the chipped tooth just adds to McKay's personality.
Post Script - Just after I had finished typing out my thoughts Teri called me downstairs because McKay needed some help. It turns out that McKay might not be ready to enter the workforce after all. His twin cousins were outside playing with McKay when they rushed inside to tell Teri that McKay was eating mud. Of course, it's possible he just has a more refined palate. That's usually what they tell rich people when they like something that no other normal person likes.
1 comment:
hey tad...it's missy from high school. i found your blog off of robin's blog (i love the internet!) congratulations on your bun in the oven...
i couldn't resist responding to this post because of the "baby dentures" thing. i thought the dental office sounded familiar, then i looked at the address and realized it's the clinic right down the street from where i lived when i was in the philippines a few years. funny, i don't remember seeing any toddlers with freakish-looking complete smiles...maybe it's a new fad :)
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