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Ah, Weather!

We've spent so much time outside in the past week, it's like a whole other world.

We went to the playground...

...where Adam went on the swings.

And we went for a walk, where Adam pushed the stroller himself.

It's been so much fun!

Capping off Last Week: Sunday Brunch

So on Sunday, we went to brunch with Jo and Tom at Johnny D's. They have a jazz brunch, so there were two guys playing low-key music on stage, and we sat right next to them.

Right. Beside. The guitars.

Seriously, I have never seen him so quiet for so long. I didn't see his face for the whole meal. I had to reach around him to put food in his mouth. He just watched and watched and watched. It was amazing.

And when they took a break? Well, we were also right next to the waiter's station, which had its own appeal. Oh, and Jolene was wearing her red zebra striped shoes.

This was what he did during the set breaks. Crazy boy.

Word Explosion

Just a general update, for posterity: Adam's all about the talking these days. He'll repeat a lot of words when we offer them, and do a good job with the sounds. There are a bunch of words he uses on his own, a bunch more that he seems to remember and understand when prompted.

So let's see. Everyone who knows him knows that he's got guitar. With a lot of help, he'll add the "g" sound at the end. Also solid: iPod, Swiffer (yes, he's brand-loyal), shovel, ball, phone, fan, up, tractor. Just today he's been using "broom." (He likes to be chased around by the broom and the swiffer--both at the same time, not just one or the other, OR ELSE.)

He says "guh" reliably for milk (sometimes confusing it with water, since they go in the same cup--maybe it means cup? I don't think so, though--I think it's the "k" sound in milk, but sounds like a "g." That's just a guess, though.)

And he has other words he's good at. Bucket, banana, socks, shoes, pumpkin, cat, dog, car. These are all things he imitates really well, and can identify when you say the word, and maybe I've heard him use it on his own a couple of times. There might be more!

I always tell Brenda that I don't mind comparing him to Oliver (her cat) because really, all her comparisons are true--the same things entertain them, the same things make them nervous, the same things about them inconvenience us. Right now she has the advantage, because she can shut Oliver in a crate if she needs to. But the better Adam gets at talking, the more advantage I gain!

Oh, and why I'm posting this today? After calling Mike Dada for ages, last night he officially can say Mama. Praise be, I'm no longer Bubba. I have arrived.

Addendum: I forgot about bubbles. And pepper, and pen--all spontaneous. What else did I forget? So many!

Our Week In Review

So this week, we made quite a few little trips to kill some time. We went to the mall to walk around, and Adam steered the mechanical race car. (No quarters were inserted.)

And we went to the library in Malden and made some friends, played with some blocks, etc.

Spent some time there admiring his guitar shirt, which he LOVES. (A great gift from the Goldstein/Chesnulevich gang)

This post is filling up with photos--Sunday to come!

An Accumulation of Cute Photos

I think we've all learned that Adam likes books--even mine.

He also loves his bucket. I mean, OUR bucket, the ice bucket, which is loud when you play with it and dinged up when you bang the lid on the side of it. But who can get between a boy and his ice bucket?

And finally, for Marsha, this year's pinup pose--Sexy Fireman II: Hey Babe, How You Doin'?

It helps that he's not wearing any pants.

That Baby Ate My Eggs!

I made five (5) eggs this morning for breakfast, figuring we could share. Adam could probably polish off two or two and a half of them, right?

I got like three bites. The kid is a hoover.

And Marsha will be so proud: he did most of it all by himself.