Just in case being afraid of dogs, vacuum cleaners, and the snow on a Baby Einstein video wasn’t enough, Jonah has developed a phobia of glass elevators. It took a few episodes for me to figure this out since he’s perfectly fine riding enclosed elevators. But if he can see outside he cries and tries to climb from his stroller to the top of my head. And then afterwards we talk about how it’s “all done” for at least half an hour.

We visited my Dad’s office building yesterday, a location where I really preferred he not scream bloody murder. I backed the stroller into the elevator so he couldn‘t see out, then we punctiliously counted his toes for several floors. He was oblivious. Whew!

He also woke up this morning saying “Hot cross buns! Hot cross buns!”

What a weirdo! (adorable, but a weirdo nonetheless!)