He always loves the train ride but I wasn't sure how he would be on the carousel since he was terrified of it a few months ago. We tried it again today and at first he really seemed to like it. But then half way through the ride, he suddenly got nervous and threw his arm around my neck and pressed the side of his face into my cheek as hard as he could. I didn't want to move out of that position since it seemed to comfort him so I had to bend my knees every time the horse moved down. Ha! I was really glad when the ride was over, but it was awfully sweet to have him cling to me like that.
In the Old Navy store, he entertained himself (and me) by repeatedly counting the shirts that were hanging on the wall. He kept skipping over certain numbers and repeating others (he was really fond of "17" and "18" for some reason), but since I didn't realize he knew any numbers above 10, I was really impressed. It was a great day with my little cutie pie (and his beloved stuffed giraffe, "Raf," who went along for the ride all day).
Train Ride:
Counting Shirts:
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