He seems to be particularly Interested in power cords. If he sees one when you put him down, he goes right for it. He also has a knack for rooting them out. Steph gets all wigged out about it. I tried to tell her it's only 20A 120V which is only enough to give you a little tingle (I like the fear when I'm changing outlets, switches, etc. It keeps me on my toes), but that doesn't seem to assuage her fears. I figure if he gets a good chomp on one, he won't do it again right? What's that? I can't say that? Why? It's not like I'm sticking bare wires in all the outlets to serve as baby booby traps or something. Hmmm.... Anyhow...
He's pulling himself up to standing on a regular basis and I'm also constantly hearing, " No Leyton, that's not your toy!" from Grif (hence the hostile part of the title). He also seems fond of the downward dog yoga position.
Also within the last week or so, he's taken to puking a little bit. Seems to have coincided with his mobility Almost every night. At least I assume it's him. I haven't actually caught him in the act. He'll be laying, playing on the floor and next thing I know, there is a little pool of dinner colored sick on the floor next to him. No sounds from the regurgitation and usually he manages to roll around in it before I catch it.
"I looked at you two seconds ago and you were clean and happy. It breaks the laws of physics for you to puke AND be covered head to toe in it in two seconds."
Maybe he has some kind of rather unfashionable super power. Sick Boy. Doesn't really have a ring to it. It's probably just reflux like his brother had. Boo, I am still rooting for super vomiting power.
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