Let’s face it, my kiddo couldn’t really care less about animals. At this stage, unless they’re right in front of him (and there’s at least a one-in-a-thousand chance he might be able to catch hold of them) he’s just not that into it.
(Except monkeys. Those guys are just hilarious, no matter where they pop up.)
But I bought our season pass to the zoo long anyway, thinking he’ll get into it.
And maybe someday he will. In the meantime, it gives us someplace pretty (and paved!) to walk.
Not to mention an easy, toddler-friendly playground to visit! (The sand is still his favorite part, in case you’re wondering.)
We made a friend out there this last trip — a stout, handsome two-year-old Viking named Odin.
Kid you not. That boy was barely thirty months old and nearly the same size as Nolan!
Meanwhile, my not-so-little guy is pitching headlong into Three Year Old territory. He chatters our ears off most days; not full words yet, but man, you can definitely tell he’s got something to say.
Our first venture into potty training was a bust. Except for the being-nekkid-all-day part, Niblet could not have been less interested. After double checking with the authorities (that is, my mother) that I’m not going send him straight to therapy by putting him back in diapers (apparently unlikely), we decided to wait a couple weeks before giving it another go.
So to speak. You know we’ll keep you posted!
Kiddo is also moving past needing a regular nap, which makes this eight-months-pregnant momma sad.
Kids are weird, man.
Happy Monday, all!