Nico was a champ. An absolute- bonafide champ. It took us probably 20 minutes to go around the rink once (just like the only other time I've been ice skating, once was enough for me). He fell a lot. But he didn't cry and didn't fuss. He was so grown. I love it.
I'm coming up on just a shitty part of the year with my work+teaching. We're at the midterm- so there are a lot more assignments to grade. Plus, faculty are starting to think about the research projects they will work on over the summer. So, I've been working a lot more. Dave got Nico out of the house on Sunday and went to Kohl's Children's museum in Glenview.
While there, Nico played at working in a sandwich shop and being a cashier, which is pretty funny.
Tuesday I went in a bit later than normally, so I got to be at the house when Nico woke up. He was very snuggly and it ended up being the best part of my day. He's starting to get into singing and songs. Which is kind of new. It used to be I would sing to him and deliberately mess up the words or change the words and he would get annoyed. But now, he thinks its hilarious. The latest song?
"I love you to the moon and right on back. I love you to the moon and right on back. I love you to the moon and right on back. Yes, yes I do." (obviously, then I love him to the Lake and right on back. Then I love him to the train and right on back, etc. To the tune of "Wheels on the Bus".) Even better, when I went to sing it the other day, I "couldn't quite remember" the order of the words. But he did and taught me. Seriously, that kid has a great ear, just like his Dad
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