Big Personality for Such a Little Boy

It seems like for every inch Judd grows, his

personality grows a foot.  He has very distinct

tastes and doesn't hesitate letting us know what

he does and doesn't like.  Judd loves fishing and

everything he catches is a whale.  He loves whales.

 

He loves hanging out with his Dad.  He likes going

places and his favorite ride is "Dad's truck." Mom's

car is fine but Dad's old, white Toyota is pretty much

the coolest thing ever.

 

He has this special way that he wants Dad to lay

when snuggling and getting ready for bed.  We

can't figure out his system. He pushes Scott's legs

around until they are "just so" and at some

parallel angle to the moon or something.  He

won't rest until it is just right. 

 

If I can't find Judd it usually means he has

crawled out the dog door and escaped to the

backyard or I left the dryer door open and he

has found his very own cave. 

 

On a regular basis Judd will pull out his

pretend "binoculars" and look at something.

 

I have the hardest time getting Judd to eat.

I tell him that little boys can't survive on

just yogurt.  Every now and then he

pulls the most random thing out of the fridge

and insists that is what he wants to eat.

Usually Judd is chasing the dogs around

with his pirate sword but sometimes his

tender heart makes a brief appearance.

Otis cut his foot when he was digging

so Judd found my dish towel all by

himself and was fixing Otis' "owie." 

 

I don't think the Lone Ranger's horse ever

tried to eat the reins but Otis is still a pretty good sport.

 

 
He even let Judd stash his revolver for safe keeping.

He is always rigging up some kind of pulley system.

It's not surprising to find his trucks hoisted up in the air

in some kind of yarn web woven through the kitchen chairs. 

I love this picture! After he climbed the stairs at the Temple he

leaned down and listened at the door.  :)

Judd is a "scoop" man.  He loves tractors and

dump trucks but his favorite are scoops. He

puts many, many miles on his toy scoops

and I always have a hole full of dirt in the process

of being dug or filled back up.

 

We have been trying to explain that he is going

to be a big brother.  The idea he grasped from

all of it is now he has a big Daddy scoop, a Mommy

scoop, and a little baby scoop.

Instead of a teddy bear he sleeps with his baby scoop.

 

He also gives his scoops rides in the stroller

so maybe that is progress.