Joshua is fascinated with my manual breast pump. In his sweet little almost-two-year-old-brain, he is an indispensable part of the pumping process. If he is not there to inspect the pump, operate the pump, and ensure that the correct contents are making their way into the bottle, then we might as well just pack up the whole operation. I've never seen him so intent and focused on anything. This is serious work.
Today I was tending to Clare when I noticed that Joshua was very quiet. I looked over to find this (only a little less posed):
He carried it around with him for quite a bit of the afternoon, sticking the phalange on anything that remotely resembled a breast, most notably doorknobs with twisting locks on them. He was quite proud of himself and I couldn't help but laugh. As he was walking around seriously doing his experiments I asked, "Do you have your pump?"
At this point I have to back up and say that Joshua is working really hard on his gross motor skills. He climbs anything that isn't moving quickly and he's trying his darndest to jump...only he hasn't mastered it yet. When he tries to jump he keeps one foot planted firmly on the ground while flinging the rest of his body up into the air. And he's so proud of his efforts. He's probably going to poop in his pants the day he gets that second foot off the ground. But anyway...
As he was walking around seriously doing his experiments I asked, "Do you have your pump?"
At which point he begins to jump, flinging everything in the air, including the pump, except his firmly planted foot.
I almost pooped my pants from laughing so hard.
And to believe that some days I think I'm missing something by not going back to work. This is the good stuff, people.