After much discussion Sunday and Monday, Jon and I have decided to do this (county rec center) instead of this (corporate gym). I can sign Otto up for swim lessons at the center, which should be entertaining. Jon has promised to be my trainer -- we'll see how that goes. I think maybe I'll also talk to a librarian friend who lives near me. She has a trainer, and I'll ask how she found her.
In other news, I ordered two new picture books for Otto last week and they arrived yesterday: Otto Goes To Bed and You Can Do It, Sam. Otto LOVES the Parr series about Otto the dog - I found Otto Has a Birthday Party for him at Christmas, and we read it a lot last month. I think we'll have to get all of them. We love Amy Hest, too. The illustrations are wonderful and the stories are really sweet. Kiss Good Night is Jon's favorite bedtime book.
Otto's really starting to talk. This morning he said "I love you," or at least most of that phrase, and I had him saying "Hi everybody!" as we were walking into day care. That comes out "Hi 'body!" His teachers report that he's really showing off his personality lately and evidently acting the way he usually does at home. Kind of the class clown, to be truthful. Does that surprise anyone? No? Me either.
He's been fighting me every morning, though, when it comes to following our usual routine. He fights getting his diaper changed, fights getting dressed, etc. I think we're going through another separation anxiety phase. At least, I really hope it's a phase. I'm exhausted by the time I drop him off. This morning he climbed out of bed, ran into our room to Jon's side of the bed and asked "Where Da?" I explained Daddy was at work but would pick him up from school like usual. He crinkled his eyebrows, said "oh," and then asked for juice. I think the travel schedule is probably confusing him more than I originally imagined, which triggers the separation problem.
The bright spot is that he's giving Jake his morning treat and asking Jake to sit -- and Jake sits! Otto holds his little fist out to give the sit command and says "Sih!" Jake usually looks to me first, then parks his furry behind and gently takes the treat from Otto's hand. Then we walk out into the garage and say "Bye Jake!," which Otto remembered to do this morning before I did. They're learning to be good to each other.
Now I'm off to weed another chunk of the fiction collection. Weed weed weed... Weeded collections circulate more! Yay for weeding!