It's amazing what Motrin can do.
Now he's screaming "MiMouuu!!" over and over again and bouncing with excitement as he watches Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. MiMouuu is Mickey Mouse in Cohen speak.
He loves this show. He spends the entire 20 minutes calling out character names and telling me which ones are wearing hats. Random the things that kids latch on to. This one has a thing for hats.
I've written a lot about Ainsley lately. Probably because she's my oldest and I always seem to worry the most about her. Everything with her is new, whether it's a fever or learning to read. With the boys, I guess I just feel like I have already been through it with Ainsley so it will all work out.
But I should probably write about them too. So today I'll write about the little one with the big personality.
Cohen does not like the word no, unless he's saying it. And when he says it, right now, it's the cutest thing ever. But if anyone else tells him no he either ignores it and tries to accomplish the task on his own or throws himself down on the floor in a kicking, screaming tantrum. Yeah, he's the baby.
He's way more independent than my other two. That's bittersweet. I guess it will be nice when he can do things for himself earlier, but it's sad that he won't just be a baby for longer.
He talks like crazy. I think my favorite is "Me me." Excuse me. It took us a while to figure out what he was saying. He says it softly at first, then when you don't respond he becomes loud and insistent. Then you move and he goes about his day.
He's the busiest of my kids as well. Always on the move, always doing something, rarely still.
Everything is on his terms. He can be the sweetest little snuggler, when he wants. When he doesn't, he'll scream in your face to back off.
This kid loves to eat. Anything. All fruits are "nanas." All meals are "ninner." But drinks are different, there's "wadrr," "mik," or "jews." And no matter what he's eating, he always wants a "bite?" of everyone else's food.
He loves attention. He loves to show off. If he does something he thinks is awesome, he tells you about it. He shows you.
He's smart. And I know all parents say that about their kids but I'm just always amazed by him. Maybe because he's the shortest in the house, but sometimes he does and says things that I just can't believe are coming out of that little person.
If we let him, he'll run this house. He'll put his siblings in their place, no problem. And the dogs? Well, there's a love/hate relationship with them. He loves to feed them. He loves to give them a dozen treats a day. He loves to walk them. He loves to sit on them...okay, not them...Brinkley. Gatsby trots off any time Cohen comes near. However, Cohen hates to have the dogs anywhere near his food. He doesn't want them in the kitchen while he's eating and he will swat at them if he is carrying a snack. My dogs won't take food off of tables or out of hands, but anything that falls to the floor is fair game. Cohen is not down with that rule. If he drops something, he'll scream "buppies NO!" and throw his hand out as he squats down to pick up his snack.
Clif has referred to him as Kim Jong Cohen because he has the makings of a little dictator.
But how could he not. Everyone does what he says. Especially Ainsley and Freddie. They never get mad at him, never blame him. He is always in the right where they are concerned. I've tried putting him in timeout and the other two just sit and console him. Even though he doesn't even seem to care that he's in time out. I've slapped his hand or his bottom when he's reached for the stove or an outlet, and I get scolded by Ainsley.
They are his protectors, even though I have a feeling he doesn't really need them. Or at least won't for long.
He laughs at himself. All. The. Time. He's his biggest fan. And he is funny. He makes the rest of us laugh.
After I had Freddie, so many people said that now we had the perfect family, one girl, one boy. True, I did have one boy and one girl and they are perfect. But Cohen is our perfect finish. Our cherry on top.
