Leo’s new favorite thing appears to be hats. He loves going “up”, but he’s infatuated with hats. We have a few of my hats hanging in the computer room, and he constantly points to the room and whispers “Hat. Hat. Haat. Haaat.” When we go to the hats, he gets a little more lively and says “hat” a bit louder and more frequently, but as soon as he touches a hat, his jaw hangs loose and he breathes through his mouth while trying his best to put the hat on my head.

He doesn’t stop though. He puts all the hats on my head, then rips them off, throws them to the floor, and insists that he put them on my head again.

For some reason, he really doesn’t like wearing a hat, but putting hats on other people and seeing them wear that hats is a slice of bliss for him with a nirvana cherry on top.