Friday Favorites

In no particular order, my Favorite Camden Moments this week include:

No means Yes.

Camden loves answering a question by nodding his head (often accompanied with a "yeah, yeah, yeah") or shaking his head vehemently, depending on the question posed to him. Recently, I've started asking, "Camden do you love Mommy?" or "Do you love Daddy?" The response is always the same: his initial reaction is to begin an enthusiastic nod but then he halts himself mid-nod and shakes his head no as hard as he can. Why doesn't this hurt my feelings, you ask? Because his poker face needs work. All the while he's denying his love for us, he's grinning as big as he can.

Sing-A-Ma-Cam.

Surely, by now, you're familiar with Sing-a-ma-jigs. If not, take a gander at these adorable little beings that can sing independently but sound their best when singing in harmony (they're pretty much the stuffed version of Boyz II Men).

Camden has 2 Sing-a-ma-jigs and he's always loved them. He often brings them to me and smiles when I make them sing in harmony. Last night, he brought both toys to me and signed "more". I pushed their bellies while they belted out a little tune. Instead of laughing, though, Camden started singing. In harmony. Along with the Sing-a-ma-jigs. I looked back at Matt to make sure he realized what was going on; he did. And then I laughed so hard that tears streamed down my cheeks as Camden sang "Ahhh", "Awww!", "Ooohh", in various pitches, completely in sync with his toys.

Naked Finger Painting.

Yesterday, I was bored out of my mind. Which meant that Camden was also bored out of his mind. Much of our time is spent outdoors these days, but yesterday was gloomy and cool-- an indoor kind of day. We played with his toys, read books, made lunch, colored, cleaned, and napped. And then it was 4pm and I was racking my brain for activities to entertain a busy toddler.

On a whim, I got out a couple containers of pudding, stripped Camden down to his diaper, and set him in the tub. I handed him the containers of pudding and let him go wild. Nude finger painting isn't something I'd want to incorporate into our daily schedule (read: I'm still finding globs of pudding around the tub) but it was different, and the novelty made it fun.

"No thanks, Mommy. I don't need pudding in the tub."

"On second thought, maybe I'll keep this pudding after all." (And yes, I'm aware that it looks suspiciously like he's playing with vomit in the tub. Gross. I swear it was pudding.)

"I love being a nude artist!"

"Oh, hi. I'm cute."