fender's journey: Batman and bigfoot...

Fender is now officially 22 months old. Close to 34 inches tall and around 31 lbs. This past month he learned a couple of practical skills like how to drink well from a regular cup by himself without spilling. And how to pull his shorts and/or diaper up and down. The pull-up diapers are harder than they should be, in my opinion, so today I went out and bought "training pants" which are basically boys underwear with a slightly thicker padding to prevent major leaks when accidents occur. Several reasons behind this purchase...first, if left to run around without bottoms on, he will go potty on his own every time. And since he can pull shorts off far easier than diapers, these training pants should be just the 'tween we need. (Just made that word up... short for "in between".) Hey, Stephen Colbert has nothing on me. :)

Okay...enough digressing...on the bad side of things to learn...he now likes to watch TV. Yep. We didn't quite make the 2 year mark I was hoping for. In particular he either wants to "watch Bopman" which is "Batman" "ET" or "Elmo." On occasion he'll throw in a "Meercat" because we watch that on Saturday mornings. Well, we were getting tired of hearing "watch Bopman" repeated incessantly and having finally grown tired of re-watching Batman Begins 3 times in one week, I made a little purchase at the store, which seems to have quelled most of the TV requests.

Fender didn't know what to think of his new Batman doll at first. As usual, he watched him and studied him from afar without expression waiting to form his opinion. He seemed a bit unsure in the beginning, but after Batman sat down and played "hammer ball" with us, he became his new best friend. Now we pretty much do everything with Batman...just yesterday morning, for instance, we had to "wake up bopman" to have breakfast with us. Then Fender took him for a ride on his scooter and then decided Batman wanted to watch Elmo with him after that. In the evening, Batman played the piano, flew through the air, bounced on balls, and ate some grapes that Fender secured on his own from the fridge, before we finally laid him quietly down for "night night." Wow. What a super fun age!