Throwing Dada

For some reason, Troy likes to come up behind me, wrap his arms around the outside of my thighs, and stick his head between my legs. He then attempts to push me around the room, like he's carrying me, while I tiptoe along to oblige him. I'm not sure why he does this, but he does it ALL THE TIME. I can be making a sandwich in the kitchen, or doing laundry, or washing dishes, or working, or simply watching TV; and a little curly, dirty blonde head will come poking between my legs. And the next thing I know, I'm being pulled and pushed away from whatever I was trying to do.

Today, I decided to have some fun with him, so when he started to push me, I pretended that he had actually lifted me off the floor and thrown me on the couch. He loved it! Each time I stood up, he would "throw" me again, laughing uncontrollably the entire time. My wife videoed the interaction, and it's amazing to see Troy actually lift and roll his shoulders to disengage me. It's like he perfectly understands what he's trying to do and the technique to accomplish it. It's amazing. He's so strong already that it won't surprise me if he's throwing me for real in a couple of years.