Like any other day of the week, Sunday is filled with adventure for little Ammon. The day starts off, as normal, with a wrestling match against the mommy and daddy tag-team, with mommy destracting him with toys and koos while daddy goes in for the pin and the diaper change. Afterwards everybody plays a game called "find Ammon's sock" or "have you seen my glasses?!" Durring this game, Ammon usually crawls into the hallway to watch the fun. Sometimes Ammon is dressed too early, and as everyone is headed out the door they find that diapers seem to leak most when wearing one's Sunday best. This week they were smart, and dressing little Ammon was the last thing they did.
The rather long car ride is a nice time for Ammon to relax and maybe take a nap before more adventure. Once they have arrived, he loves to crawl under, in-between, and through the folding chairs, standing up to them, and playing peek-a-boo with the adults. He makes many friends this way.
He also likes to find the other children's toys and put them in his mouth. Mommy doesn't like it when he does this. Often, Ammon goes with daddy to priesthood meeting. Because mommy is out of sight, daddy thinks this is a good time to play toss-the-baby.
After the meetings, and after mommy "has a few words" with daddy about tossing the baby, Ammon plays the piano for the choir. When the applause stops, he is usually worn out and ready to go home and play the game "its your turn to change him."
We had a whole bunch of Weber State duckies when Ammon was born. They seemed to be cute little things we could put in his crib and Monica and I had fun squeeking them at him, throwing them at eachother, and floating them wherever water was found.
Now, Ammon has taken a fasination with them. He chews on them, and loves it when he can make them squeek. He pounds them on the kotatsu (heated floor table), and laughs at them.
Recently he was given a cute duckie suit, and it seems like a match made in heaven.
