In case you haven't already figured it out, that is Trey's latest nickname for Addison. The list is longer than you can imagine and well-documented by Trey's request in the baby book. I know most of you love little Addison updates, so I thought I'd fill you in on how he is doing these day. Today we went to the Old Aberdeen Medical Practice for Addison's Meningitis C shot -- the only shot they give here that they don't give in the US. He took it all in stride and disliked being held down more than he disliked the shot. Typical.
He has cut 3 teeth since we've arrived, poor kid. I think there are more under the surface because he's still practically chewing his right hand raw. We will all be happy when teething is over.
His favorite word right now is boy, which he says with great relish to distract me from disciplining or reprimanding him. He drags out the pronunciation so it's more like boooooyyyyyy. It's so cute I can't help from laughing, which he knows and uses to his advantage. What a little stinker. I think he got it from me saying, "Silly boy!" And now, if I say silly, he'll finish off my sentence with, "Boooooyyyyyy!" He is such a ham.
He's found a little entourage of older boys to follow him around at church. They think he's great and he loves the attention. And of course, as ever, he's found lots of pretty ladies to cuddle up to in the creche. Ever the lady's man!
And finally today is the day the bottle goes in the trash. I have a feeling the next couple of days are going to be most unpleasant. Trey gave him his farewell bottle this morning (only because he forgot today was the day) but that's it. He is way too old to still be drinking from a bottle. At this point it's a battle of the wills. I have a sneaking suspicion who I think will win. I'll keep you posted.