Cups

It's been a struggle lately to get Thurston to sleep in his own bed these days. However....he's perfectly content to conk out on me or Dave. To be honest, I kind of love it.

I don't know if I've mentioned at all lately (or enough in my last three entries), but I have the coolest kid. He's so easy going --aside from a few peanut butter induced or teething induced screaming episodes.

He's been exploring language more lately and his tiny voice attempting to work out "I wooov woo" is so cute.

Some new words and phrases as of late: "Hi Mama", "Hi Dada", "Hi Baby", "Teeth", "Apple" (without the 'b' now), "Milk", "I woov woo", "Hi Papa", "No! Mine!".

He's also moved almost entirely to the big kid cup. He actually gets angry with me if I try to give him a sippy cup. He's pretty good at it too except when he starts dunking his hand in it or spitting it on the floor for a reaction.