My mom recently got Cal a Star Wars BB-8 shirt, because "he's a lot like BB-8." While I don't think he has an ulterior motive with his actions like BB-8, his actions none the less resemble BB-8. Cal is in full action mode most of the time. He speaks in a language that I don't understand. He does things that seem super dangerous and that I don't want him to do. He is pretty stubborn and not particularly cooperative. Yet, he is ultimately adorable and lovable.
Between his climbing, scootering, skateboarding, and independent explorations (aka "escapes into the woods"), he has given me a near heart attack at least twice a week. He is an incredibly coordinated toddler, and also takes notes very carefully, much like Finnan, even when we think he isn't paying close attention. A few weeks ago, after watching Jude practice punting a soccer ball, we noticed Cal was punting everything he could find: pine cones, balls, stuffed animals. . . the dogs. Cal has also started participating in Rory's soccer practices, very capably doing drills, including toe touches, dribbling up and down the field, and of course scoring (then climbing into) goals.
We went for his well visit earlier this week. He weighed in at 29 lbs and was 35 inches tall. I don't know how accurate either of those measurement were though. He fussed and thrashed so the nurse couldn't really get a good read on it. He put up a fight for the easy stuff but then when he got his blood drawn (needle in the arm for two vials) he sat completely still and didn't make a peep. Go figure.
Cal continues to love the chickens, particularly feeding them food scraps. While I am making dinner I often see him sitting next to the chicken run with our dog Annie at his side. (Annie wouldn't sit still for the picture.)
While the older boys practice skateboarding, Cal has been owning the skate park. Insisting on speeding throughout and going up the ramps. I am often running up to him to guide him down or at least slow him down once he is at the bottom. I am not sure if I'm helping or not as I feel like I often make him fall by slowing him down. He has successfully sped down by himself, it is just to nerve wracking for me to watch!
Cal loves his cousin baby Byron. I'm amazed by how long the baby will hold Cal's attention and how gentle Cal has been with him.
Here Cal is alternating between videos of Byron laughing and watching himself scooter down the hill.
For Cal's birthday we did a small celebration after a long day of regularly scheduled activities. Aunt Caelyn, Rud and By joined us for for dirt cake. (Worm is one of Cal's favorite words.) He loved his flashlight and bug boots. I bought him a giant inflatable spider for the yard, which he ended up being terrified of. Luckily, now that has been a few days, he is quite drawn to it. Now, when he runs off, he heads for the spider, not the creek or the woods.
For now, Cal's independent spirit and daredevil tendencies are wrecking havoc on my anxiety, but I imagine one day he will be taking this world by storm. Happy Birthday, Cal!