This is the kid who was a terrible sleeper for the first 11 months of his life, but any time I put him in his swing and vacuumed, he would fall asleep.
He still loves the vacuum. He asks for me to clean by pointing to the closet where it is stored and saying, "Weeeeeee, weeeeee."
When the lawn maintenance guys are working outside, B stands by the deck doors or windows and says, "Mow, mow? Mow, mow?"
Every time an airplane flies overhead, he looks around for it and points up to the sky with his face expressing his delight. "Oh!"
I replaced his safari-animal-themed crib set that he has had since birth with an airplane/helicopter one that I found for super cheap on our local mama-swap site. The past two mornings, as soon as I get him out of bed, he stands in front of his crib and points to the quilt on the wall with a smile on his face.
"Airplanes?" I say, and he nods enthusiastically.
His daddy builds him airplanes out of Duplos and Melissa & Doug toolkit parts, and B "flies" them around the apartment. "Woooom. Woooom."
I'm looking forward to seeing how he reacts to REAL planes when we fly to Texas.
Last week, there were men working right outside our apartment windows, repaving the street.
I almost didn't mind the nasty asphalt smell that permeated the outside air for the day.
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