At least that's what I would call it. Bardo's been camping out underneath the table between meals in the hopes that we will drop a new food to try. He even begs by screaming until we'll give him a taste. His favorite play areas seem to be the refrigerator and the garbage can. Don't worry Mom, the garbage can is tightly closed and bottom heavy so that it can't tip all over him.
When Bardo plays in the bath water he thinks he should drink the bath water. At least it's not the toilet. Although Aunt Kristy did catch him playing in there the morning she was here. Luckily she swiftly washed his hands before they made their way to his mouth.
One of the boys in the playground asked if Bardo could "shake hands" yet. I didn't quite know how to respond.
Bardo loves playgroup. He crawls after the other kids, watching what they are doing. He's especially interested in the two year-olds. He'll playfully stand on his knees and knock them over if he catches them sitting down.
Bardo, or course, chews on everything. His favorites are shoes and power cords. Yesterday I put him down for 30 seconds while I helped Pippi out of the bath. Before I knew it, he had sunk his teeth deep into the toilet paper roll and shredded the outer layers. I pulled him away and turned him around to look at him. He had a silly grin on his face, a toilet-papery silly grin, that is.
When Stacy was a baby, my sister handed her a teething ring saying, "Here's your chew toy." I was SO offended. "Baby's have teethers, not chew toys," I responded in my most annoyed voice. The Warlock thought this was so funny and said that I should lighten up. It's taken me 6 years, but that's some advice that I'll take.