Then he pulled a cartoony, streaky departure off to one direction, in order to get a running start to tear out the door in the other direction.
Hey! Daddy! Lasers are shooting out of my hands and they're lighting up my room!
Hale is being so goofy. He's just gotten over being sick for almost a week (hand-foot-mouth disease, nice), and he's just chewing up the scenery over here. Really going to town. Doing all kinds of crazy stuff by himself--
going in the elevator by himself
getting himself some water
cleaning up a spilled water mess by himself
going potty, dumping the little pot into the big potty and rinsing it, then putting it back, washing his hands, drying them, and trying to put the towel back on the rack that's 8" above his head.
He's so excited to be doing all the things he thought about and learned this week, but was too sick to really get into and experiment with. All this independence stuff. It's so crazy concentrated and sweet right now.
I'm cherishing this so hard. He said so many cute things tonight. Some, like, tiny milestony kinds of things. "Umm, Mommy? Daddy? I'm a boy, Mowgli, who can turn into a dinosaur. And I will shoot lasers out of my hands and shoot the bad guys before I turn back into a regular boy. You stay here, and I'll go out there and protect you--if you hear the sounds of lasers from my hands you'll know I'm shooting bad guys....
"Do you hear the lasers? There are bad guys out here! I'm protecting you."
And plenty not milestony, but just funny: "Daddy, why did you got a mirror that was black and that we can't see our faces in? (the mirror came off the front of our vanity last night in a horrific crash, leaving the blank door staring you down in front of the sink)."
Or, "There's a cocoon in my bottom. Now I put the cocoon on the picture of your face. You'll look funny in the morning, 'cause I put a cocoon on your face. I love you cocoon."
