On some days, it seems like Sawyer sings far more than he talks. Here he is belting out his favorite, “Old MacDonald,” with a little dancing by Abby (she’s not going to be happy I left that part in):
Now he knows his ABCs too:
It’s 9pm now, and he’s been in bed for the last hour or so, but he’s still singing away in his crib. I love you, Sawyer, but Dada is tired. IT’S TIME TO GO TO BED.
This morning, I showed Sawyer the “pajamas full of cars” video that I posted yesterday. He laughed and then went back to playing with cars, and I didn’t think anything of it. It’s a typical morning, in fact.
I must have been completely lost in my computer because I looked up not even two minutes later to see that he had packed his pajamas full of cars. Watch him add the last few and then pull them out one-by-one:
And yes, I actually say, “It’s like Christmas morning. From your pants.” In the end, I counted 27 cars and he knew almost every one of them by name. I especially love the way he says, “Octagon.”
And he’s quite happy with that. Watch:
All I have to do is put one down the back of his pajamas and then wait for him to beg for more. I have no idea why he thinks this is so much fun, but he absolutely loves it.
By the way, when I went in the change him last night I found his pajamas unzipped to his knee. As far as I know there weren’t any cars in his crib, maybe he was just practicing for the next go-round of “cars in the jamas.” Wouldn’t put it past him.
Yes, he sings, “Cars, cars, cars, cars, cars, cars, cucks.” Watch:
Again, this post way out of order. I think it belongs after the post about the playgroup turning two, judging by the fact that he’s wearing the same outfit in each set of pictures. But I digress.
Rare is the day that Sawyer doesn’t attempt a ridiculously long lineup of cars on something. Sometimes it’s the floor, or maybe the dining room table, but more often than not it’s on the couch. This was one of his finer efforts.
He started on the arm:
Moved up to the back:
Dada’s car goes here:
Mama’s car comes next:
Looking good, Sawyer:
Making some last minute adjustments:
The best part is cleaning everything up when he goes to bed. No, on second thought, the best part is seeing him start over first thing every morning. I love you, Monkey Butt!
Pepa D came to California for a quick weekend and stayed with us his final night. Sawyer wasted no time showing him all of his cars, especially how they drive in, out of, and all around his garage:
Sawyer explains how he likes to do things:
I love how he looks for approval:
And studies his Pepa’s every move:
“Lightening McQueen”
Trying out the newly loosened elevator, thanks to Pepa D:
Moose pajamas (my favorite):
This is serious business:
I don’t think Sawyer will ever forget the first time he sat in Bob’s race car, but this time he was Pepa kitty cat. That night, Sawyer, Bob, and one of his cats all tried to go to sleep in Sawyer’s room. I will always remember this sequence of events:
Hotsie: Meow
Sawyer: Kitty cat
Bob: Shhh
(pause)
Hotsie: Meow
Sawyer: Kitty cat
Bob: Shhh
(over and over again)
I finally had to wheel Sawyer’s crib into our room, otherwise he never would have gone to sleep. Abby reminded me how Sawyer stood at the front of his crib as I moved him, just like he was manning the ship. I didn’t get to see it as well, but she couldn’t stop laughing. He’s such a character.
Thanks again for coming by to stay with us, Pepa D! Speaking of the race car, this was the first picture we used in our preschool applications (more on that soon):
By this stage of the trip, Sawyer was a seasoned pro at unwrapping gifts. In fact, he no longer even bothered to wait for anyone to tell him he could, he just brought one at a time to the family room, crouched down, and opened it up.
Big Mater!
You know he’s hoping for a car or truck:
I think he knows what’s coming up:
Surprise, it’s a big rig!
Abby was still sleeping so she missed it, but there was no way to stop him. I really wish I had taken more pictures, he was at his orneriest and cutest.
Almost immediately upon our arrival at Mema and Pepa T.’s house, it was time for us to celebrate Sawyer’s belated birthday. Sawyer got so many amazing new toys, and he definitely gets “Presents”!
Opening gifts is really hard work which takes a lot of determination.
Uncle Kevin gets this one started.
Aunt Sarah helps.
After this box, Sawyer wondered why every other present didn’t have cars inside.
Birthday hat!
The new line-up with some of Scott and Kevin’s old favorites, and Sawyer’s new cars.
Playing cars with Pepa T.
Sit ‘n Spin is slightly difficult to turn when he won’t put down the car.
Thank you to Mema, Pepa, Sarah, and Kevin for the amazing gifts. Your thank you cards, personally “stamped” by Sawyer, are in the mail.
I neglected to mention Sawyer’s other favorite thing to do at the Doernberg’s: watch videos of race cars. So the list now reads, piano, kitty, stairs, and race cars. Sawyer actually sat still long enough for me to get some great pictures of him and Bob.
He really is serious about his music:
And very much a performer:
I bet he’s looking at a kitty:
Great picture:
Later, Sawyer sat down to watch some videos of Pepa in his race car. Hard to say which one enjoyed it more. Look at how closely Sawyer is watching Bob type:
And how much he wants to say “Sawyer do it”:
Happy as a clam:
Whoa:
No doubt telling me how he’s watching race cars:
Look at that smile:
Twins:
Just wait until he sees the race car up close!
The three of us are leaving behind our familiar routine for a trip back home in the morning. This may be the last garbage truck he’ll see up close for a few weeks:
I can’t wait for everyone to see what it’s like to ride in the car with him. He calls out every car and truck he sees, so much so that I do it too. Now that’s cute when I’m with him, but my friends at work think it’s a little weird.
See you soon garbage truck!