Mom let me rock out with the mixing bowls, a whisk, and a silicone spatula. It was a lot of fun, though I did decide that the spatula was the tastiest part.
In other news, my new favorite trick: Pulling myself up to standing. The first day I did it, I yelled out to mom to look at me. She looked at me and smiled. Silly woman didn't get it.
So I fell down (I was in my crib).
Then she got it, but still didn't really believe it. (The sleep deprivation training is working. Hah!)
So, I showed her again that night. In the tub. Right in front of her.
She said, "Wow, that's really great! Amazing! Now sit down. Sientese, Marcus. We don't stand up in the tub -- it's dangerous."
Sigh. She can be a real killjoy sometimes.