Basil Boy

I feel like I haven't posted much about KO lately. He's a riot; every day is more fun than the last. These days, he's into marching. Loves to kick up his knees and march around the couch. He's also into pointing out his various body parts, and is so proud to do it. Here he is showing off his belly button. (Don't ask what he's doing with his tongue. I have no idea.)


He's at that age where they just soak up everything around them, they're so curious about life. And he's got a good memory, too. If we're reading a picture book and I point out a new animal or object that I've never named before, the next time we read the book I'll ask him to find that object and he's great at remembering and pointing it right out. He's into matching things too, like turning every puzzle piece or Tupperware bowl on its side, or searching his blocks to find two with identical pictures, and pairing them up. It's fun to watch.

He's also clearly Italian. The other night I was having him "help" me make a pizza. Sitting in his high chair next to the counter, I'd let him knead the dough, let him sniff the garlic powder, oregano and basil, and munch on some mozzarella. I closed the bottle of dried basil and gave it to him to shake (loves shaking things that make noise), then turned to the stove to tend to the pepperoni. When I turned back around, there was basil everywhere ... all over his chair, his clothes, his fingers and his face. And he was licking it up like candy.

"Please, no paparazzi. Not now. I've got dried spices all over my chin."

One more thing: My perfect little handsome guy isn't quite 'perfect' anymore. He slipped in the tub a couple nights ago and chipped his top tooth. I spent a day totally sick over it, but I'm getting used to the sweet, lopsided smile. Now if only the fat lip and gash on his chin would heal, and fast ... or I'll have some explaining to do at his 15-month appointment tomorrow...