I am not Bobby

Yet that is what Veronica insists on calling me. To make sure I understand that she is referring to me, she will identify everyone in the room (Eeeth, Col-Col, Daddy) and then poke me while saying “Bobby.” Or, if no one else is in the room, she’ll find a book with a mommy in it, and point back and forth between me and the picture while saying “Bobby.”

John, of course, thinks this is hilarious and now calls me Bobby as well. I guess it is an improvement over “bubby.” Sharing a name with an exercise ball is somewhat deflating. 

I’m not sure why she has landed on calling me Bobby. She can, and does, say the “m” sound for other words. I suspect it’s a combination of Becki and Mommy, but I will never know for sure. I also suspect that this is one of those cute phrases that I will miss when she is a little older and no longer uses cute little phrases. 

Colin’s walking is progressing by leaps and bounds. He is losing the Frankenstein pose and keeping his arms at his side most of the time. He can still be a bit wobbly, especially if he is tired, but his gait is more like a typical almost-two-year-old’s now. Our biggest problem with him continues to be trying to get him to look where he is putting his feet. He simply will not pay attention to what lies below. 

He plows through any obstacles that are movable. Bigger things he either falls over or bounces off of. He spends a lot of time hitting his head, which can’t be good for him. This habit is especially problematic on the stairs, where he will plunge off the edge because he’s busy staring at the lights, or the trees, or the speck of dust … I am surprised we haven’t had a dislocated shoulder from all of the times he has ended up dangling from the hand one of us is holding. 

We’re working on that in physical therapy now, along with stairs and jumping. Both babies love to work on jumping when we pull out the Mother Goose book and read “Jack be Nimble.” They both squat down low and spring up when I read, “Jack JUMPED over the candlestick.” Veronica can get airborne on her own; Colin needs a little lift from Mom to get off the floor. 

So we’re continuing to take advantage of the nice weather for lots of walks (building endurance), physical therapy at the park and extra time “helping” in the garden. Which is why I have been so bad about posting.