So little man has lots of outings with our dear nanny. They "vamano chopping" in the stroller a lot (window shopping) and they visit with all of the regulars at our local strip mall. Once in a while, our nanny will take little man and her grandkids to the Chuck E. Cheese near our house. Unfortunately, he can't eat the pizza (dairy allergy), but he can ride all of the rides. He loves BOB the Builder, but the Teletubbies scare the bejesus out of him (and rightly so - they are freakish).
In other news, the wee man has learned to jump. I don't mean the normal jump up and down form. I mean the Evil Knievel - let's see how high and far I can jump without a) hurting myself or b) giving mommy and daddy heart attacks at a young age. His newest facination is jumping on the couch and then trying to vault off. Alas, his motor skills aren't that advanced yet and this usually means losing balance and toppling off of the couch. Mommy was at home with little man last night while Daddy worked late for the MAN. So as mommy was trying to put something away in the kitchen the little man had other ideas. Let's just say it didn't end nicely and the crying commences about 2 seconds after mommy heard the "Thud" from the living room. UGH... only 40 more years or so until maybe he realizes he can't fly on his own. But knowing his father and uncles... I sincerely doubt it.