Turing is playing this new game where he puts something down, then puts his hands up to say, “where is it?” When you ask him where it is, he points to it, such as the phone on he table:
And really, he’s not harrassing the cat. Really.
Dear Daddy, I have put on my shoes. I got your shoes. Put on your shoes! Let’s go!
About a month ago . . . taken by someone with a proper camera and photoshop! It was so past naptime, but someone held on for a loooooong time.
And those boys were tired. Also, it is a big day when you can finally get your finger up your nose, maybe a month ago.
Combing my hair, enjoying the weather
And here is how you eat an olive
I finally used the clippers. I was a little worried that Turing would freak out about it because some developmental thing clicked over and he’s suddenly afraid of stuff (sirens, dogs). But he just thought it was funny:
These are also Turing’s famous spring shoes. We went to the store and he picked them out himself (the options were pink, pink camo, blue, green, regular camo, and sponge-bob yellow). Of course the branding means we spent $2 more on them, what a fancy guy! He gets tons of compliments on them and he loves them.
Back when I used to cut all of his hair with scissors in the bathtub . . .
And that last blurry one is Turing signing to go eat. Again. Because he is a bottomless pit. His new favorite thing to eat is cereal and milk because it was apparently time to stop messing around about using a spoon.