So is sitting, for that matter. That's pretty typical, unless he's reading a book, cuddling before bed, or mesmerized by Elmo, he's running, kicking, jumping, throwing, singing (Baabaa black sheep, minus the line about the dame, is a current favorite). (Heh, that last picture takes me back.)
He is so very very two. He threw a fit last night because I had the wrong kind of noodles, then ate them all (typical - he eats pretty well, although he is losing his former sense of adventure - but he will still share hot green chili with me). Life is on a thin edge between mania and tragedy these days. The mania can be pretty darn fun, and he's pretty sweet in between. When I finally pointed out to him that the point of all this was to get a shot of his face, suddenly:
(Heh. I love this goofball.)
Of course, like everything else right now, it only lasts so long.
He's a different animal every day, or several a day. Currently, he's a roly poly after something caught on a cartoon, even though he will admit to having no clue what a roly poly is. But he's right, he is one. And a dinosaur, and a lion, and my teddy bear. His imagination is pretty fun to watch.
And the traditional end to the whole photo session:
But with a twist...
E's vocabulary is not small -we just finished the language project study and he had a few hundred of the words on their list - no idea how many total, although he added one in this photo session. "Actually", he says, and runs back to the pile behind the chair....
...and gives me exactly what I asked for. He is thinking, always. It's hilarious, fun, sometimes terrifying to watch. Just like everything else with our little man.
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