Boston is treating us so well that life in Western MA seems like a weird dream. I find myself wondering both why I was so hesitant to move back here (um, self, maybe because you hated it last time around? Which was 99% due to living in World’s Most Ridiculous Neighborhood.) and wondering why we thought it was a good idea to live in a “small” town in the first place. I guess since I grew up in Vermont and had lived in the very area we were living in (having gone to college a mere 15min. from our house) before I thought I’d be happy there… turns out seven years of city life had infected me.
And yes, living in a Totally Less Ridiculous Neighborhood makes all the difference in the world as far as Boston is concerned. It’s still not quite my spiritual home in the way that PVD was from Day One, but it’s growing on me. I’m quite glad I stuck to my guns about living here – in the part of town where I used to nanny – because it’s just so perfect for a Whuffle.
We’re getting out and doing all of the kid things and really, Boston is a great city for kids. We got a membership to the Children’s Museum and reported back to Nuno on its success. “Did he like the museum?” “Uh, it had a wheel.” “Oh, so he had a good time then.” “Yep.” “You guys will go back?” “Pretty much all the time. IT HAD A WHEEL.”
Yes, in stereotypical little boy fashion, Paulo is fascinated by wheels. He has toys at home but hardly ever plays with them – his favorite “toy” is spinning the wheels on his (folded-up) stroller. At the playground? It’s all about the wheel on the play structure. And the children’s museum – has not one, but TWO WHEELS in the toddler area. I see a future in mechanics, which would be nice to have a mechanic in the family. Or maybe he’ll go down the path of gear engineering pioneered by his maternal-paternal (that being my father) grandfather’s side of the family.
Other non-wheel related accomplishments: now that we have a dining table, I’ve taken the tray off his high chair and he eats at the table like a man. Which is what I bought the Keekaroo for and it’s finally worth it – I otherwise do NOT recommend this highchair for babies as the insert is a total PITA to clean. It doesn’t wipe clean! And it’s designed for infants! WTF. Bought it because it was $100 cheaper than the Svan, but totally going big bucks next time because it was more than $100 more annoying to clean I tell you what. ANYHOW. Highchair being used as “big boy chair but with seatbelt” is perfect.
Also his first “NO!” I take it as a point of pride that he’s been saying “Yeah” for months before he’s said “no.” He doesn’t *hear* “no” very often. He hears “Not for babies” all the time – but only hears a truly firm “NO” when he’s about to destroy himself in a serious way. He’s been shaking his head to communicate “No” but hasn’t actually SAID it before… until our friends Mike and Diane’s young Mr. James came over to visit and held one of P’s toys (in which he usually shows zero interest) and he got all possessive and tried to get it and in a tug of war (which James ultimately won, despite being seven months younger – he has the advantage of being in day care which is like Baby Fight Club Training) and exclaimed “NOOOOOO.” Except it sort of came out like “D’NOOOOO.” And today he’s gone full “D’OOOOOOOOOO.” My baby is part Homer Simpson. I’m so proud.