12 posts tagged “30 months”
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T likes his cousins, though he has some cousin rivalry with his younger ones in KY. He doesn't like it when I send them stuff that was his. "I want it back! I'm going to take it from them", he says, most recently in regards to the walker toy we sent up almost a year ago. That aside, and a desire to play with his cousins toys ("I want to go to Col-or-ado to play with Andrew's digger," "I don't know if he has a digger T," I reply wondering if the the now 12 year old still digs in a sandbox) T is very interested in and likes to talk about his cousins.
Wednesday night he looked at Rooster and said, "You don't have cousins."
"I don't?" replied Rooster.
"No. You have eggs."
"Eggs instead of cousins?"
"I'm going to crack them for you and there will be a chick and it will be for you and ..."
"Oh!"
"...[more to follow when I found the scrap I wrote this exchange on....]
T has some new good friends (BTW, T is 'desperate' for some friends. Some boys walked by yesterday and he quick as a wink invited them to plant pansys with us, then was sad when they walked on. "I want to go to their house and play!" he said.) His friends, that he likes to eat with, that he wants to tell things to, that he want to show toys to, that he wants to demonstrate accomplishments to, are a lion puppet his cousin George gave him for Christmas, and a rooster puppet Omi and Grandpa G gave him last Christmas. Rooster is a girl and the lion's name is Berry. B wears Berry, and I wear Rooster.
T still wasn't stirring at 7:10 this morning (he got up by 630 both Saturday and Sunday) and I was dressed, so I went to check on him - I got worried he was all tangled in his blankets or had a high fever and was too lethargic to move - both of which weren't entirely out of the realm of possiblity - though the rational part of my brain said he was probably just comfortable and catching up on needed sleep. When I looked down on him he rolled over, said, "my tummy hurts. Mommy put on rooster so I can tell her."
This morning T got busy with the cutting food he received for Christmas. He went through all of it which is a lot since he has two sets. "Here's apple for you mommy," he said. We have all his wooden food (two sets of cutting food and one of food groups thanks to Aunt Natalie and Omi and Grandpa George) in a big basket we used to use for small books. Now it is his restaurant. A restaurant that makes fruit salad, green salad soup, and has picnic food.
T has been learning how to cut. I've been trying to teach him proper technique, though mainly just to cut on the cutting board, and be careful of the blade. We've talked about what he could be making (thus the salad soup) and we've talked about cutting in half and quarters and counting how many pieces he has. He is very focused when he cuts, which is good. Daddy, I'm cutting strawberry for mommy and me. Mommy help me, it's round, help me cut."
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Last Sunday I bought some really long shoe laces at the grocery store. I've been saving egg cartons to use in crafts, and had seen a 'project' where you can have your child practice lacing with an egg carton. Monday or Tuesday night we did this, and last night we tried making a lacing semi truck. The latter didn't work well (holes not big enough, poor drawing, etc) but the standard egg carton was good again. At one point T laid on the floor next to it, pulled the lace and pretended it was a train. We had fun conversations, none of which I remember now. :-(
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My coworker Susan is going to love this... she taught me a song she sang to her children when it was 'wake up time' in the morning:
Susan thinks that T is very like her son Joey, and we chat about the two of them. Joey just got married and Susan is hoping ot be a grandma soon. Anyway... for the second time, when I went in to T this morning, he said, "sing birds and squirrels mommy."Good Morning birds and squirrels,
good morning birds and squirrels,
good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning,
good morning birds and squirrels.Its a very fine day,
its a very fine day,
good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning,
good morning birds and squirrels.
T told B tonight that he wanted shrimp. Shrimp and a pancake. Shrimp with a pancake on top with a green triceratops. Then they talked about pteranodons - maybe waffles and pteranodons. When I got home B was just finishing up cooking round one of the shrimp which was eventually eaten with salad (not so much), grapes, and a waffle with marionberry jam. (Waffles for dinner?! Why of course. Haven't you heard of the famous chicken and waffles? But then T doesn't really care, he has asked for fish sticks and chicken nuggets on more than one morning.)
T was in high spirits tonight despite being on the edge of a new cold. Last night he had a slight fever, and his nose has been running since Monday or Tuesday. We have heard him coughing every once in a while tonight. "Chase me on the rug!" he said while we were trying to get him to move toward the bath. "Daddy, Mommy and I are going to hide in the kitchen, you find us. ...We're hiding in the kitchen daddy," he said from behind my legs giggling as B came in.
I wish I could remember all the fun things T has been saying. From B can't take a shower cause there is a skunk in there and I can't go to work cause there is a bear there, to , well, eating pteranodon waffles.
More to come (and editing) later, but we had a nice weekend even though T continued to have a low grade fever and not sleep well. Lack of sleep and rainy gray days has a tendency to color things cloudy however... Anyway, Saturday after Kindermusik T and I headed to the History Center to see an exhibit on Jim Henson. It was a very interesting exhibit, but not really geared to kids, or not kids T's age anyway (should have known.) They did have a fun children's playroom though and T and I had a good time making muppet faces with eyes and such that velcrowed on to fleece. I did the lefthand face, T and I collaborated on the middle, and he did the right-hand face.
T woke up bright an early at a little after 6 am, but I managed to keep him in the rocking chair until about 7 - though neither of us slept despite my saying numerous times, "It's not wake up time, lets go back to sleep!" When we did get up we went in the kitchen and made hazelnut waffles and corn muffins (or biscuits as T called them. We almost also made biscuits so he could see the difference and mix some more.) Yum, yum! Hazelnut waffles (or pancakes) and marrionberry syrup (or jam in T's case in the photo) can not be beat!
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I'm not making New Years Resolutions, but I do plan on trying a few things... (more to come as I must work on one of the things, which is sleep ...)
T and B rode the metro today. I asked T about it and he was pretty cute, but I forgot what he said when I finally got him near the computer so I could 'write' it down. By then he was less cooperative, but this is what T said about the ride (perhaps more to come later):
B elaborated a bit. They rode from near our house to downtown and B's office and back. B encouraged T to to stand on the seat to look out. He said that T was interested, but got a little scared when the train was elevated way over the cars. They brought Cloud along for the ride and T clutched him round the neck the whole time. They got a bunch of smiles and the suggestion to ride down to the airport to watch the planes as well.went to the station
the floor had pretty colors
the train was yucky
M:: why was the train yucky?
cause it had reindeer pooping on it and the conductor said get off the trian were going to poop on you and I'm going to poop on you and they reindeer went away yeah, and yeah said the conductor that's what the metro train said.
M:: what did you think of the station?
it was yucky.
M:: why?
there were reindeer there and they pooped on the floor
got off the train.
M:: what did you think of daddy's office?
i saw Walter. He didn't grow. [Walter is a coworker of B's]
For a little less than a month T has been sitting on the potty before getting in the bath tub. A little over 50% of the time the little guy is successful in having 'something come out.' On these times it is very exciting as we clap and say, "yeah!"
We have not been able to get T to sit on the potty much at other times, and he has yet to put poop in the potty - even with promises of a smoothie from Smoothie King if he will do it. We were quite close the other day with T even telling each of us which kind of smoothie we were each going to have - Strawberry for him and Daddy and one for Mommy too - but in the end it was a not to be. Happily T didn't seem too upset.
Last night as I was undressing T for a very late bath (it was already 7pm when he should have been getting out of the bath) I asked if he wanted to sit on the potty or not. "Yes, I feel like I have to pee-pee!" So up he went, and sure enough he put pee-pee in the potty. I was so excited he told me that the felt like he had to go. We have talked about that a bit and I guess it has sunk in.
Well this morning he followed up that bit with telling B that he wanted to go potty before he got dressed, and again success! This is one of a very few times he has said he wanted to sit on the potty and the first time he has done it before school. Baby steps, baby steps, but it really might not be that much longer (in relative terms) before he is wearing the underwear he says he wears (T will say as we are pulling off his diaper, "I don't wear diapers anymore, I wear underwear.")
