Months? Years? I don't know

Our son is 22 months old. I think I'm still supposed to refer to his age in months but honestly now days I'm more likely to say, "He'll be two in July".

The current catalyst for my "nth" attempt to keep a blog is part of a Mother's day gift for my wife Sydney. She, as the only reader that I currently know of for this blog, is always asking me why I don't update it more often, so for her I will make another attempt.

Let me be clear up front, Jameson remains the most incredible part of my and Sydney's life. She can't stop telling me how cute he is, and although I'm rarely as out front with it as she is I do agree. That being said I have definitely noticed that he is becoming more prone to testing the resolve of our instructions. I tend to be more stern with my instructions than she, but I struggle with trying to make sure that my instructions don't stifle his curiousity for exploring the world around him, while at the same time vowing that I will not be one of the parents who sits back and watches idly while their child runs amok on a path of wild destruction. About two weeks back we experienced our first temper tantrum :). It was set off by Sydney not wanting Jameson to drag his blanket through the garage and get it dirty, which resulted in her carrying it upstairs instead of him. What ensued started as harmless whining, that when ignored spiralled into full on crying, running from room to room in the condo and foot stomping, none of which could be consoled by anything that we had to say. It was definitely a new side and I decided to video tape it because I'm sure it will be fun to show him and potentially his family some day...

For the most part his actions make us smile more than not. Here are some of the funnier things that he has recently come up with:

• I had surgery on my shoulder a little over a month ago. As a part of my rehabilitation I have a medical chair with a mechanical arm that slowly moves my surgically repaired arm up and down to keep my shoulder joint from locking up (3 exciting hours a day!). The first morning that Jameson saw me using the chair he was quite confused, until he looked at me knowingly and said, "bobot". "Bobot," I thought? Then he repeated, "bobot" and I realized that he now thinks I'm a robot. Where he made that connection from I'm still not sure. He has a book with a picture of a robot in it, but it bears no resemblance to what is now refferred to as "daddy bobot chair"
  
• He also developed a strange obsession with "goff bahs" a couple of weeks ago when he saw a sleeve of mine sitting on the shelf (I wonder if that's how Tigre Woods started out). I think he likes that they are small and could do some damage if thrown hard enough at breakable objects. On a damage to throwablilty ratio for a 22 month old I'd say they're near the top of the list.
  
• He has also gotten pretty good at chatching a baloon that is thrown to him. Hopefully it helps to develop his had eye coordination. But each time I blow a new one up for him to play with he looks up at me ready to squeeze and asks, "Pop It?" I try to discourage him by letting him know that if he pops it he won't have it to play with anymore, but ultimately I leave it up to him...
  
• He attended his first SoccerTots class on Saturday. He did well for the first half, but the second half was a struggle that saw another mini tantrum form. It was hot outside and he was wearing long sleeves and sweats so I think he may have been too hot. He did kick his first goal in a drill though. First of many I hope.
  
• We made our first trip to the El Segundo plunge on Saturday, where Jameson enjoyed being whisked around elbow to elbow with all of the other 5 and unders and the sprinkling of dads. Sydney came in against her will amidst much discussion about the likely urine content of the 2.5 foot deep "kiddie pool"(Maybe that's why there was only one other mom in the pool). A little girl asked me what was on my shoulder, which given that I just had shoulder surgery does seem like a legitimate question; the problem was she was asking about the non surgery shoulder. My reply; "Nothing. Just hair." I thought it was funny (not as funny as Sydney of course) but her poor dad was a bit embassed. I'm sure Jameson will put us in plenty of those situations in no time at all.