Wednesday Thatch attempted to pee on a pole while lifting his back leg... he accomplished it... but started to lose balance and began to pee on his front leg too. This startled him like he couldn't figure out why this whole thing wasn't working out and so he ended up looking crazy... like always. He was peeing and walking and looking confused and attempting to lift his back leg while walking. Its better than what he was doing though... he would lift the hind leg, but instead of bending it he would just keep it straight and stiff with the toes pointed like a tiny dancer... and he would try to lean onto the other three legs enough that the 4th leg was even off the ground. Nice.
Thatcher went to PetSmart and picked out all his own toys. One of the things he got was a bird of some sort that is about the size of a football. This is the baddest little bird on the planet. Every time my sweet angel tries to bring his bird on the bed and snuggle with it the silly bird ALWAYS tries to jump off the bed (it's usually successful). Poor Thatcher has to keep jumping off and on the bed to bring that bad little baby back! I told him he needs to spank it, but he's too kind for that (ANDDDD I think he's secretly the one "making" the bird jump off the bed by shoving it with his nose or flinging it in the air with his mouth)! Thatcher is just as sweet as can be to that bird. He even cuddles with it like he loves it! It's funny because sometimes I catch myself calling him the strangest things... like "cutie bird" or "angel pie".... who does that except someone who's TOTALLY in love!? It's true, I admit it... I'm totally in love with Thatchey boo! How could you not be... look at that face!
*Cutie bird with his bird... yeah, his collar says "Bad to the Bone" jealous?!*
He also has a giant rawhide stick that WAS about as long as my leg from knee to heel... I said WAS because he had it destroyed in about 45minutes after we opened it.... and that was supposed to be for "strong chewers". Yeah, well, I'm gonna need something for megastrong supermanesque chewers... something more concrete (ehhh EHHH!? Get iiiit!? HAHAHA).
Thatcher has also gotten into the habit of being really sweet right before bed so that he can sleep with me and cuddle in my bed. He somehow manages to then sprawl out across the whole king size mattress (the wrong way) and fall asleep while I'm brushing my teeth... so then I have to quietly craaaaaawl onto my little 1" sliver of bed space, trying not to wake him because if I do he thinks it's play time and jumps up to attack me and dig the covers right off of me.
*King of the king*
Thatcher has also learned to high-five and does it for treats, when he wants your attention, or when he thinks it will make him look cool around the other kids. He's been trying to learn to roll over, but what he ends up doing is lying down on his stomach and when I say "roll over" he slooooowly switches over to lying down on his side and he makes sure he's extra dramatic and slow when he lays his giant head down very last.... and then he looks at you like "LOOK! I did it!" That's what we're calling rolling over.
Oh and did I show y'all how big Thatch is and how he still INSISTS that he's a lap dog?!
*Mama's baby :]*
