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we’ve hit a few of them this week.

DRAMAQUEEN: the year-long reign of superman has come to an end. since last may, he has worn nothing but various incarnations of superman shirts. since last october, he has only worn dark blue shirts with a puffy, shiny silver superman logo and light-blue long sleeves. (these, of course, were taken off the market just as he decided it was the only shirt he would wear – and we only owned two of them. i finally managed to find three black short-sleeved shirts with the same logo on ebay – in size 8 only, when he wears a 4. got some light-blue sweatshirts at goodwill, oma sewed those sleeves under the t-shirt sleeves, and he had three more ridiculously oversized shirts to complement his generally scruffy look.) seriously. flip back through my blog archives. you’ll see him wearing that shirt in every single shot.

then, suddenly, upon acquiring a sandman water squirter from a box of lucky charms, he decided he wanted a sandman shirt. luckily, we had a green-and-brown striped shirt. he put it on and declared “i’m not superman anymore!” i was afraid he might get obsessive about that particular shirt next, but the next day, he wore a blue-and-brown striped shirt (“i’m the blue sandman today!”), and today he’s in a spiderman t-shirt (“i look so COOL today!”) people are so used to seeing him as silver superman that he’s getting a ton of comments on his sudden change of clothes.

TROGDOR: now 3 months and 1 week old, he decided it was time to outgrow his 6 month size clothes and start wearing 9 month size. he’s in the 75th percentile in weight, but at just over 26 inches tall, he’s in the 99.96th percentile in height. (i’m 5’1. my husband claims about 5’7. our 6’4 friend jokerjitsu wants to know how we drugged him and stole his gametes.)

also, he got into his supersaucer for the first time. it’s supposed to be for 4-8 month olds, but he’s big enough, he’s figured out how to grab at objects of interest and sort of half-assed manipulate them, his feet actaully touch the floor in it (unlike any of his brothers at 4 months), and he’s even starting to get a handle on how to manage his big ol’ lollipop head. as i was cleaning it up for him, he just about chewed through his oma’s arm to get to it. he bopped around in it for 20 minutes, hooting and crazy-eyed, got his arm pinned to his body in the seat, and started howling until rescued.

SPAZMONKEY: i can see why the label “toddler” ends abruptly at age 4 – it’s not arbitrary. suddenly, spazmonkey is zipping his own coat, buckling his own seatbelt (okay, this isn’t as easy as you might think; kids’ carseats have these crazy 5-point seatbelts that have a rather steep learning curve… it took me years before i didn’t have to struggle with getting the latch over the chest to work), putting on his own helmet and riding his bike, and other marvels of self-sufficiency. (dramaqueen has done all these things too, but it they were spazmonkey’s idea first by about a week, so i’ll give him credit.) going out with the kids has almost become… easy. (yeah… here comes the lightning.)

EVILGREMLIN: he fits in my shoes. wtf is up with THAT?

POSITIVEROLEMODEL: okay. no milestones here. i’m not even sure if he’s entirely awake in this shot. he’s just watching spongebob. yep. he’s pretty much furniture.