Aside from being the nicest little bear ever, Scotty has developed some new behaviors that make his cuteness rise to stratospheric levels of adorableness. Seriously. Brian and I spent all weekend looking at him and saying to each other, "He's really the best Bear ever. How did we get so lucky?"
(Before you throw up a little in your mouth as a result of the shameless bragging about my child, please know we also finally had a chance to go out - with friends, no less! - sans Bear and give us a much needed break from parenting. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder.)
(Also, all of this discussion took place after our family photos on Saturday afternoon, in which we spent the longest 40 minutes of our lives trying to get Scotty to play with some vintage toys while wearing a collared shirt. He wanted none of it. I also think there might have been scrambled eggs in his hair from the morning, but I'm hoping our photographer Photoshops them out.)
So yeah, anyways, Scotty was darn near perfect to his well-rested parents on Sunday and Monday. And we played this game over and over again involving this brown, fuzzy blanket on the couch. He calls it his 'na-na,' and if I shake it out on the floor and lay it flat, he will go charging towards it, hit the middle of the blanket, and then dive head-first into the fuzz. And then roll around on it, mainly with his face, but eventually will end up on his back, grinning the whole time. He rolls over a few times and eventually pops back up, ready for another shake.
Watching the whole thing on the couch? In short: amazingly cute. It's hard to not pick the kid up afterwards and start chewing on him, he's so cute.
Brian and I have dubbed this blanket-diving activity "pulling a Zephyr" since my parents golden retriever does almost exactly the same thing, just without a blanket. Zephyr loves to rub his muzzle on the ground and then roll over and end up tummy-up. Scotty looks like a miniature version of him with just a bigger grin (and fewer teeth).
So the good news is that if Scotty gets bored or starts fussy, all I need to do is wave his na-na at him and he comes crawling at full speed. And then flops around for a good 2 minutes until I shake the blanket again.
Why didn't we figure this out during family photos on Saturday? Oh, well.