He likes to move it, move it

Fly hit the 15-month mark this past week, and I have to say, he's wearing those 15 months pretty well. He's starting to understand more, and it's always a surprise to watch him catch on to a new idea.

For example, this morning, JP spilled some milk in the fridge. Fly went over to the pantry, got a broom, and took it over to help clean up. OK, OK, I know a broom isn't the way you clean up milk, but he knew JP was trying to clean something and that brooms are for picking things up.

Then last night, Fly wanted me to read him a Christmas book, but I was trying to get a last few bites of my dinner down. So I asked if JP would read the book. He made up most of the story -- saying something about leaving out guacamole for Santa instead of cookies, and poking fun at the number of lights the book character put on the Christmas tree. I cautioned JP that Fly knew the story and wouldn't like if he changed it. Sure enough, before long, Fly got tired of JP's version of the story, grabbed it away from him and brought the book to me. I will never forget the look on JP's face as I laughed in it!

Fly also loves getting into my purse, which was just a bit alarming when I realized that meant he could take something out, go hide it, and I wouldn't find it for possibly weeks. I had put a CD of pictures of friend Guinevere's son, Lancelot, into my purse -- but when I went to give the CD to her, it was gone. I figured it was just a case of mommy brain. I found the CD later in our home office and put it back in my purse. The next day, my little thief came along, pulled my purse down from the kitchen desk and took out the CD. I followed him into his room, where he carried the CD over to his CD player. He's smart!

My favorite thing he can do now, though, is dance.