His bare belly. I don't really get it, but for the last couple months, everything must pass the naked belly test. Any different surface - Cash will pull up his shirt and lay on it, press up against it, or drape himself over it. He's done it on the floor, the rug, the fridge, chairs of all shapes and sizes, toys, at friend's houses, out in public....
Cash has also at that super resistant stage. Do you want to eat lunch? "Nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!" Do you want to play with friends? "Nooooooooooooooo!!!!" Do you want chocolate? "Noooooooooo!!!!!" (Until he realizes what I've just said.) Anyhow, what's more, is that ever since we left Miami, the answer has a slightly different take. Cash, do you want a snack? "Nooooooo! Go to therapy!" Do you want to go play with your cousins? "Noooo! Go to therapy!" Cash, we're going to the store now. "No store!!! THERAPY!!!"
Ok, while Ryan and I may understand that the not-so-agile chubby babies go to physical therapy and you like playing with all the cool toys there, I'm not quite sure how that translates for you or us when you keep screaming for a therapist in public.
And great, since Ryan left, I've been trying to talk to Cash about it, but all it seems to keep coming up as is, "No Daddy airplane. Daddy go to therapy." "No, daddy not go home, Daddy go to therapy!"
We may have to pretty soon if all this keeps up.
And while it seems he is getting more mischievous, maybe it's just more clever. Because while I was helping clean this up, even I had to admit - this really is the most effective way to pick out the marshmallows.
On a positive note, this could make my life a little easier:
Cash has figured out how to use the mouse by himself. For any of you who have used the Starfall website, I get so tired of sitting there clicking on the mouse every 3 seconds, and Cash could do it for hours. So now - even more self-entertainment!