Not only is Cohen secure enough to wear a big black ‘fro wig, but I have noticed he is beginning to exude a surprising (alarming? *grin*) amount of confidence…
-At the YMCA a few days ago we were rolling the basketballs on the gymnasium floor and Cohen ran up to the really big heavy doors and leaned all of his 20lbs against the door and pushed until his face had turned red. He refused to play another second, convinced he would eventually get the doors to budge. I had to carry him out crying and kicking.
-He is now climbing to the top of every piece of furniture in the house… think: bookshelves, TV stand, the back of the couch, our counter height table, washer and dryer, and the counter tops. And he doesn’t just get to the top, he stands at the top…well, ok Superman.
-Lastly, we went to a family get together a couple of nights ago and my aunt and uncle had a bonfire. What do Cohen do first? Walk right up to the blazing fire and start blowing on it like it was a chicken nugget that needed cooled off.
Oh, dear. My one and half year old toddler has a Supreme Ruler of the Universe complex *grin*