Pack Rat

This is still ongoing, but memory serves me that Vash has always been a bit of a pack rat. When he loves something, he doesn't only not want to let it go, but he wants every version of the thing he loves and it has to come with him everywhere. Like the binky. He use to want to carry every binky we owned with him, everywhere. He'd keep them in a plastic bag and trade out the one he was sucking on occasionally. (Truth be told he still wants all the binkies, we just don't let him have them.) For a while it was puzzles. I remember he carried this Farm puzzle with him any where we went when he was 1 year old. It was only three pieces so he could do it easily and he wanted to show everyone. Then he figured out his water creatures puzzle and that had to come too. We'd have a plastic bag full of puzzles and their pieces and he'd bring them along. Once it was all his Pooh things. They also traveled in plastic bags. Then it was his coloring things for a while. All crayons and all papers never left his side. They even came to the grocery store. And for the longest time it was cups! He had to have like ten cups with him at all times! Right now it's his toy cars. He has a Cars backpack that Papa got him and he loads that thing up with cars and carries it all over. Every car he sees has to come along.  No car left behind. Ha ha.

Rhyla is a little more simple. Doesn't care for a binky that much. Only wants a cup if it's filled with gatorade. Blankets are only for bedtime. Yep, just give her the lamb and she's happy.

Gloves

It's finally getting cold here in the land of unbearable heat. And that means hats, coats, socks, shoes (instead of flip flops), scarfs, and sometimes gloves. Last year, we took walks even more often than usual. We always take walks but when I'm pregnant we marathon walk. I always feel better when I'm moving. So we'd walk the temple grounds because Vash loves the lights, but it was always late and dark and well... cold. So anyhow, we'd bundle Vash up in coat and blanket and hat and gloves. But not just any gloves. I guess they were more like Mittens. You know, where only the thumb is separate? Anyhow, we'd put those on Vash and he'd start doing the crab thing. Opening and closing his hands, watching them with utmost interest. It was funny for some reason. So we started to call them his pincers. "Vash, want your pincers?" He'd smile and do the crab thing, even without the gloves.