Davy is so entertaining. My nephews follow him around when they have no Harry Potter books to read and relay his step by step moves in their reality TV show "Davy In His Natural Habitat." It IS funny. First of all, to imagine his plumpalicious figure, picture a severely swayed back of a well-ridden horse coupled with the softest white doughy tummy you've seen of late. His shoulders are pulled back making it look like he leads with his chest, but due to the size advantage of his tummy, it is the first thing you see when he rounds the corner.
Davy's movements resemble those of a drunk chimp--constant tipping and swaying and toe-stub-induced-falling to the ground in an almost graceful, purposeful movement. Rarely does it provoke a sob or moan. Falling is just part of natural forward-propelling movement for him. He's on the ground almost as much as he is up, and while he's down sometimes he'll rest and do a face down carpet angel, pick up bits of what-ever is on the ground, or roll onto his back and get excited about the ceiling fan. But much of the time he'll jump right up after the fall and continue with a purposeful face (hilarious on babies) toward some random thing that has caught his interest, be it dust floating in a ray of light from the window, greasy face imprints on my mirror left from his siblings, or a pack of kids he wants to follow and shoot down with his outstretched arms and two chubby pointer fingers. Pichooowww. His shooting noises are hilarious, and if you respond with any kind of injured grunt, you will get a good giggle from him and a minimum of 5 more pointer finger laser beams.
I still have not posted about his birthday, and the sad part is that he was so different then, so it's a shame. But really, he was the same funny boy. It was just 3 1/2 months ago. The day after Easter, but we combined it with the whole Easter hurrah.
The 1st birthday celebratee had no idea, of course that he was in any way being honored, but enjoyed the bounteous access to dropped and forgotten candy throughout the day. After church we did dinner and the hunt at my sister Mary's house, which was ideal. Enough grass to send the kids on several rounds before determining that the eggs were indeed all gone, a trampoline to count the spoils on, and space for a quick game of kickball that the overly sugared kids wimped out on and left to the adults.
Then there was the cake--one of my best looking yet, but pretty much not good tasting at all, just shy of being dubbed "gross". Luckily we were already all sugared out, so it served it's purpose as a candle prop and we ate a few bites along with ice cream.
Happy Birthday Davy Boy!
And I'm seriously expected to look straight at those blue eyes and do some disciplining?. . . Maybe at two.Stuffed into the Easter clothes and stuffed on the couch for the token Easter shot (Davy had already been outside before the 8:30 am church--note the dirty knees)
I hold this bag and say "Cheese."
The euphoria of the catch!