Nathan sits

Nathan is totally into sitting. He's really, really close to walking--stands alone for a long time when he doesn't know he's not holding on to something, walks around pushing progressively lighter things (laundry baskets are popular lately)--but just hasn't yet decided it's time to take a step. So walking--yeah, he's making progress like he's supposed to and all that. But sitting--therein lies his passion! He has discovered that there are some little chairs that he can get into all by himself and he loooooooooooves to do so. I've watched him spend half an hour (no exaggerating!) climbing into and out of a little blue chair we have. (Thanks, Mr. and Mrs. H--you had no idea what fun this chair would bring us!) He gets his rump on the chair, usually with one leg hanging off the side, then wiggles around until both legs are in front. (This is accompanied by sound effects that are darling.) Then he looks up at whoever is around and grins. And then he reverses the process and gets himself back off the chair. Pause. Push chair a few centimeters. Repeat.


We spent some time on New Year's Eve at a children's museum--they had hourly countdowns during the afternoon, so we celebrated the New Year with the good people of Dubai. Anyway, there also much to play with and explore. Rachel roamed around, made a party hat in the art room, played picnic in the pretend forest, tried on some costumes and ran across the stage. Nathan and I spent quite a while at the Time-Out Chair--a cute little red Adirondack chair with a sign announcing its purpose. We were there, not because anyone was being naughty, but just because someone liked the chair. (I guess I gave myself away by calling it cute before. Oh, wait...) He shimmied himself into it, then settled in and relaxed against its reclined back. He had this look that said, "Yes. I am sooooo cool, sittin' here like a big person. I was made to sit here." He was very proud of himself. This photo, alas, is after he sat back up to get out of the chair. I missed my chance to photograph his expression, which would have been a good thing to show the several people who walked past, glanced from me to him, then looked at me like, "What kind of mother puts such a tiny child in time out?" Guess they don't know how fun it is to sit in the chair you were made for.