As Adam’s vocabulary increases so does his understanding of the things I say to him. I love seeing him put things together and figure them out. After lunch this afternoon I told him to put his fork away in the sink. I think he just stopped listening after the “away” part though, since he opened the silverware drawer and put it in there instead. Oh well, baby steps.

We spent some time outside again this afternoon and while he was stomping around in his new boots he tripped and ended up with his hands in the puddle. I told him to just wipe his hands on his pants (they were covered in chalk and dirt anyway, so a little water wasn’t going to make a difference).  As I told him what to do I mimed the action by wiping my own hands on my pants. So of course, he walked over and dried his wet hands on my jeans too. Sigh.

He went in to the garage while we were playing and brought his poor sleep deprived mama a stool to sit on. At least that’s what I’m telling myself – it’s far more likely that he just likes to move it around.