The great Bradstein evacuation is upon us. I’m departing for a week long business trip and Mama and the boys are taking refuge at Grammy’s while our bathroom is demolished and then rebuilt.
Anthromama wanted before and after pics. We’ve cleaned out too much of the bathroom to give a full appreciation of the horror of it in pictures, but I believe that this shot of the incredibly tiny, useless, and noisy-as-hell hamper gives you an idea. And yes, the whole room is that color, which makes you feel like you’ve walked into a Serrano photograph, which makes the room as uncomfortable as it sounds.
…says “I” instead of “you” when referring to himself. Like most other developments, it seems to have started today and he’s using about 80% of the time, which means that by tomorrow morning, he should be at 100%. Mama also notes that he’s using “me” and a greater number of contractions.
…gives great big hugs unprompted. The other day he even blurted out, “I love you Daddy,” without my having to promise lollypops or chocolate or a trip outside to play drums on the balcony. Remind me…why am I leaving for a week?
…quotes passages from books as he roams through the house, plays with toys, rides in the stroller, lies in his crib before falling asleep and so forth. I’m constantly impressed by his capacity to instantly memorize stories, although if you visit and don’t know that he’s quoting Herb, the Vegetarian Dragon, you might be disconcerted to hear 3B say, “The executioner’s great ax glinted in the moonlight.”
…executes a perfect one-cheek sneak, especially in his booster seat during meals. And laughs about it.
OK, that last one is probably from my side of the family, but I’m still proud of it.