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Get ready for cute.

This one, too. A few weeks ago. Keith manages to catch pics of Indy when he is incandescently happy.

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Sometimes, going to the library and then coming home to watch truck DVDs is tough work! (Taken with instagram)

Indy’s bday.  Opening his gifts.  This was the best part of my weekend…and probably one of the highlights of my life so far.

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Found this picture in my photobooth roll along with about 18 self portraits done by Indy.  Why’d I ever cut his hair?!?  Look how cute it is!

Lately

Keith taught Indy that when you meet someone for the first time, you’re supposed to shake their hand and say, “Hello…nice to meet you.”  So he’s been practicing for the past 15 minutes straight…back and for between me and his dad.  I’m trying to teach him to kiss a lady’s hand when he does it to me.  Although, I doubt he has the idea of gender yet, as you all read in this post. 

I found one of those activity books for kids where you take a marker filled with water and draw on a character in the book (in this case, Thomas the Tank Engine) and all the colors magically appear.  Indy will sit and do that for a good 30 minutes straight.  It’s amazing.  I need to find more.

Indy’s been doing this hilarious thing while he watches TV.  If he sees something he thinks is funny, he’ll start giggling, which he works into a full on cackle and then runs up to me or Keith with his mouth wide open and rubs his open mouth on my arm or leg or shirt. It’s so strange but really funny.  I think he gets overly happy and decides that this is the best way to show his affection for us.  Wanting us to join in the fun.

Anytime I give out a yelp because I spill or drop or bump into something on accident (which is a lot), I’ll hear Indy from the next room, “You okay, Mama?”  So sweet!

Indy has learned the word “beautiful”  which he uses appropriately for the most part.  One time, I was putting his left over french fries in the oven to heat up and he came into the Kitchen to ask what I was doing.  ”I’m heating up your french fries, buddy.”  And then I flipped on the oven light so he could look.  ”Oooh,” he said, “They’re beautiful now!”  The boy loves his french fries.

Monkeying around.

(After I handed Indy a bottled water with one of those slow drip spouts on it)
Me:	Indy, be careful...don't spill!
Indy:	Ohhhh nooooo. Wet! (He had spilled a little on his new monkey shirt and was lifting it up)
Me:	Oh, Indy! Mama told you to be careful!
Indy:	Oh....Sorry....
Me:	It's okay, just don't spill any-
Indy:	I'm sorry, Monkey...Sorry, Belly.
Sheesh.