This little charmer has been perfecting his "game" for a while now and practices at any chance he can get. Last Friday he came home from daycare limping... and I mean limping BAD. His left foot was swollen on the top and he couldn't walk very well, definitely couldn't run, and was adamant that you weren't coming anywhere close to him with any type of shoe. From what I could tell, it didn't look broken, but with him you never know. So on Saturday we took him to Acute Kids in Plano to have some x-rays done on his foot(amazing place. we were in and out and they were GREAT) .
He had no problem with the x-rays, and not surprisingly, he thought it was fun. He also flirted, grinned, waved, and blew kisses to every pretty nurse that passed him. He eagerly picked out an orange sucker as we left, and he had the time of his life. (His foot had no fracture and it's gotten better (not 100%), but that is one expensive sucker for Adam to get another round at flirting with the ladies.)
Then yesterday afternoon at the Pulmonologist (3 month follow up which went very well - the inhalers are really working), the doctor came in and Adam smiled at him, then took him the school bus he had been playing with. (If the guy had entered just seconds before or the 10 minutes before that, he would have caught Adam trying to get in the trash can, climb the table, and stick the medical instruments in his ear, but Adam had good timing and was actually playing with a toy at that second.)
After Adam handed him the bus, he went back to another toy and was behaving himself extremely well (I'm not trying to hide the shock, it's just that we are in a constant battle to get him to touch the things he supposed to touch and keep him from climbing as a way to alleviate what seems like constant boredom - but I digress). The doctor asked me a few questions while Adam played, and then when he was ready to check him out, he rolled into the middle of the (very large) room and asked Adam to come over. Adam stopped what he was doing and walked a good 4 feet away from me to stand next to him and be very still while the guy used his stethoscope to check out his heart and chest in the front and back.
I was proud, but waiting to see the next reaction. Dr. Lee asked him if he could check in Adam's ears and held up the little black instrument with the light on the end, and Adam turned his head so Dr. Lee could see. Then he turned his head the other way so he could see in his other ear. When Dr. Lee asked him if he would open his mouth and stick out his tongue, Adam grinned and did it for him. Either I have a very brave and outgoing kid, or we see a lot of doctors. This kid never ceases to amaze me. (Of course, he had a pretty good fit when he had to get back in his stroller to leave, but I'm chalking that up to thirst and mom's lack of better preparation).
While all of these events shouldn't shock me, every time I hear about or witness a new outgoing and spontaneous personality trait, I have to remind myself that in just 3 short months, he'll be 2 years old. He's not going to be a baby much longer, and for quite some time now has been very aware of the concept of free will. He exercises it often, which is not at all a bad thing. It just surprises me that he simply has a natural understanding of how to be charming without anyone deliberately giving him lessons.
His new favorite game is "THE CAR" -- He could spend hours in the driver's seat of a parked car "driving," and failure to allow him the opportunity to "drive" leads to some pretty fierce and unstoppable tantrums. In fact, there have been several days over the last two weeks when I have to basically wrestle him into his car seat because he wants to climb in front, and when we get home, unload, and go in the house for some juice, he will cry real tears of sadness and anger that we aren't in the car while he "drives" me around (I sit in the passenger's seat - it's his rule).
Adam's new phrase is "Awwww, Man!" He says it appropriately every time, but the most entertaining time recently was when Shannon told him it was time for bed. Adam said, "Awwwww, man!" (but cheerfully), and then allowed Shannon to tuck him in. When Shannon left the room and said goodnight, Adam said it again. His other new bedtime routine is to climb in bed with me at 8 o'clock (don't judge me - working full time and being 4 1/2 months pregnant with twins is not the party one might expect). We watch a Little Einsteins and he drinks some milk and unwinds... and when the show is over, Dad comes in to take him to bed. The new game is when we hear Shannon's footsteps in the hall:
Me: "Uh oh, Adam. Here comes Dad! Time for bed."
Adam puts on his fake surprised face.
Me: "Hurry! Pretend you're asleep!"
Adam flips over, puts his head on the pillow, closes his eyes and pretends to snore.
Shannon walks in the room.
Adam peeks his eye open to see if I'm sleeping too (I'm usually not pretend snoring anymore).
Adam puts his hand on my face, pushes my head on the pillow and says "NIGHT NIGHT!"
Then we both lie down and pretend to snore together.
Shannon doesn't buy it. We should work on our acting a little bit more.
This morning Adam had grapes and powdered donuts for breakfast (the breakfast of champions) and thought he might try wearing Dad's shoes to school today, which didn't turn out to be a very efficient way of getting around. In fact, when he fell over in them he stood back up and dusted off the tops . . . so he must be watching Shannon's every move because it was very Shannon of him. The pictures are bad quality - I had a hard time getting him to stand still since he was thrilled to try walking in Dad's shoes.
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