Every night, my husband or I place Ari’s all but one of his stuffed animals in the four corners of his crib. [Muttsy (aka: Upstairs Puppy)] has been tucked under his arm for months now!] For the past week, Ari has been rearranging his animals as soon as I lay him down in his crib. It starts out like a roll call:
“Puppy? Baby? London?”
Then it evolves into Ari scurrying to the four corners of his crib to gather all of the animals. Initially, he tried to place them all under his arms. After a night or two of being unsuccessful at that, Ari placed the crib crew in a heap and collapsed on top of them like a concert-goer jumping into a mosh pit.
Tonight, after Ari took the initial roll call, he started saying, “Everybody! Everybody! Come here!”
I laughed. “May I turn on the light and take a picture of you with your animals?”
“Every-BODY!” he corrected.
“May I take a picture of you and everybody?” I replied.
He grinned a goofy-baby grin at me which implied his consent. I turned on the light and snapped a few pics.
“Light off!” he commanded.
I walked across the room, shut off the light switch, walked over to the crib, closed the gate, and said, “good night.”
“G’night, g’night, g’night!” he replied. “I luh-ooo.”
“I love you too,” I said.