Toddlerhood

Our once tiny baby is a toddler. Developmentally, he has grown by leaps and bounds in the last few weeks. Many of the toys that he had no interest in when I packed them in December are mastered now. Blocks, check. He stacks them and then releases a high-pitched scream as he knocks them over. Sorting shapes, check. Puzzles, check. Books, check. Finger painting, see pictures below. He painted, said "Agua," and then proceded to lap the paint off the paper. We have some work to do on painting.


Running, check plus! He can boogie. He was trying to catch this bear of a dog named Toby. He's an Old English Shepherd that belongs to a co-worker of Esten's.

We were at a party honoring Dr. Borlaug and Rowan didn't leave Toby's side, except to eat and watch the mariachis. Someone at the party snapped a photo of Rowan on all fours, next to Toby. I wish we had the picture. He loves dogs, just like his Mom and Dad!

Climbing, see photo :)

He is mastering the skill of napping once a day. He's not what you would call a nice baby come bedtime but refuses to take more than one nap a day.
He speaks gibberish most of the time but he can say, agua, bus, this, night-night, Mama, Dada, bath, Ava, Rowa(no N is his pronunciation) and probably others I'm forgetting clearly. He also signs please, more, all done and as of last night is dabbling in signing thank you. And nevertheless he can get his point across by taking you by the hand and putting your fingers on exactly what it is that he wants. No communication problems here!
Yesterday we took a Sunday drive to a little village about an hour from here called Alamos. It was quaint. That's all I can say about it.

It's Semana Santa here. I don't think the Easter Bunny comes to Obregón or Mexico for that matter. The plethora of pastel, plastic eggs, baskets and stuffed rabbits are not to be found here. If I get really crafty I might dye hard-boiled eggs and hide them for Rowan on the beach in San Carlos. We'll see. People will think we're crazy.