Kyle and I feel that this version of Boo right now would be pretty perfect if we could just pull all his horrible little teeth. He sometimes bites us when he’s frustrated, he sometimes bites us when he’s bored, but mostly he bites us when it makes no sense at all – when we’re in the middle of reading his favorite book, when he’s holding our hand walking, or when we’re putting him in his car seat to go on one of his precious adventures.
Aside from the biting he’s really pretty great though. We take him to a lot of neighborhood festivals, and there’s been a big shift from early summer to now in terms of how he prefers to spend his time. In early summer he was interested only in sprinting back and forth, or around the block, crashing into one thing after another because he didn’t care about anything but to RUN. We constantly had to pull him away from the street. Currently he isn’t trying to cover as much ground. He still likes to run around with his trike from time to time, but mostly he wants to sit at a table with us and play with his cars. The key has been giving ourselves the flexibility to get up and run around with him for a little while when needed. If we get carried away with the idea that he’s a sitting child now and try to take him to a full sit-down dinner, it still does not go well.
Also key has been this big bag of horrors. He has really taken a liking to little guys and little cars – any sort of small toy vehicle, or any deformed little figurine that looks like it came from a happy meal 30 years ago. He has a small backpack, and every week we dump the previous week’s toys back into the bag and refill it with a fresh mix. He loves to sit in a chair and take each thing out, describe what he sees and roll the cars up and down the cushions.
Some of the cars are from my own childhood, toys my mom has brought up for him from the collection she’s kept for grandkids. Most of the toys come from Goodwill’s big aisle of bagged little toys (which I call the stocking stuffer aisle). I’m very happy to extend the life of all these little junks.
He’s talking a lot more, too. He’s expressing more complex thoughts. He’s making very detailed requests, especially when it comes to what he’s about to eat for lunch. His favorites are still pickled onions and tomatoes. He has turned his back on blackberries, which he still requests but doesn’t eat when they’re given. Fortunate, because the season of finding them every time we walk out our door is nearly over.
When he falls down, which is often, instead of crying he now frequently crumples up his little face and says “oh my gosh!”
Denise Resting 
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