Quotables
Little man has pretty much turned into a non-stop quotable little human. Seriously. I'm pretty sure he couldn't be funnier. I couldn't help sharing some of my favorites.
He loves to try to force me to eat. He never does it to Bryce, so apparently I look like I'm constantly starving or something. Basically he just yells, "Eat it! Eat it! EAT IT!!" and waves whatever it is frantically in my face. I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry half of the time.
My personal favorite: “Yes, you may can’t.” I think we need to work on that concept a bit.
He is constantly blaming inanimate objects for things. Ex: “The fridge door hit me on purpose!” When he is clearly the one hitting himself with the fridge door. No matter how many times I try to explain that they mean him no harm and he simply needs to be careful, he is convinced that everything in this world is out to get him.
Every time it is windy outside he announces, “The big bad wolf is blowing the house down.” And then a conversation follows detailing why the big bad wolf cannot blow our house down (because it is made of brick) and ends with him telling me that we are the third piggy with a "big strong house."
“No. Thank you for asking me though.” At least he is polite. But usually it is when I tell him that he needs to eat, or take a bath, or go to bed. Not exactly optional, but he sure tries hard to make it that way.
“Buggies”=Anything in your nose, eyes, or ears that shouldn’t
be there. You have to be careful where you sit these days because if he gets
one glimpse of anything he announces, “Mommy, you have buggies in you nose. Let
me get a wipey.”He doesn’t drink chocolate milk, but “chwocolate milk.” So far it is the only word where Little embraces his non-existent Brooklyn roots.
I kissed him once and he told me I had "scary kisses." Oh dear.
He keeps coming up with different ways to manipulate. He mostly employs this at nap time, but it is not uncommon in our house for him to yell, “Everett is kind of sad. I need a snunnel (snuggle).” Even though he is clearly just fine. Another new ploy is, “I need to talk to you.” Then when you go in and ask what he’d like to talk about he says, “Um… um… I don’t know. What do you want to talk about?” As if he isn't the one keeping you up wanting to talk, but rather the opposite.
He is forever giving instructions prefaced with, “Sit on your bottom and...” Sometimes I wonder how it is that I, being the adult, usually end up being the one feeling like he just pulled one over on me pretty much all day. Every day is one giant logic exercise with an almost 3 year old.
And last but definitely not least, "I'm having a hard time until this baby comes out of my tummy." Accompanied with the proper grunts and groans, this is usually when he is getting up from any sitting position. Whoever said that children are little mirrors of yourself is absolutely right. I'm pretty sure he asks, "Mommy? You ok?" every time I move these days. Sad, but true.
Goodbye sweatpants
Bryce was still asleep this morning so I sneaky-sneaked into the bedroom successfully--which isn't so hard in and of itself, but with Little in tow it is downright impossible--to grab a pair of sweatpants and what not to go throw some laundry in and hope that no one sees me in all my glory. However, once I put them on, Little looked at me thoughtfully and said, "Mommy, you shouldn't wear that." When I asked him why he answered, "Those are not very cute."
I think this means I've been wearing my sweatpants a little too much these days. Even my 2 year old is noticing. In my defense, when you wake up feeling like your tummy has grown three sizes every night, it makes it a little hard to find comfortable pants. Still... New goal? Not to wear anything that even my son feels is "not very cute."
In other news, Her Highness is doing fantastic. She's active as anything and has a preoccupation with stuffing herself as far into my lungs as she can, but I suppose a little attacking of the organs is to be expected when you are so tightly confined. I'm definitely growing bigger and bigger, as is she. Apparently with the bigger tummy comes bigger pregnancy hormones, which would be problematic if it didn't make me laugh so hard half of the time. Poor Bryce. The other day I cried because we were out of spaghetti sauce. I kid you not. Full blown tears over pasta sauce. Sad. I'm not quite as sick as I used to be though, so I'm going to call it an overall win. (Though I'm not sure Bryce would agree with me.)
Christmas letter that wasn't
I can't believe that the year is over. Sometimes I think not much has happened to us last year and then I think back on last Christmas and I change my mind entirely.
Little man is as crazy as ever, but rather than running around whapping people, he runs around scolding them instead. He is a chatterbox and loves to make his opinion known. He loves all things animal and some days I feel like we live in a zoo with all the animals that make their way into random places around the house. We're still in the process of potty training and he is doing surprisingly well despite a couple of setbacks. I'm grateful he has chosen to do it before the baby comes. He is so sweet about the baby and we're excited to see him as a big brother. He announces constantly when it is "time for the baby to sleep in mommy's belly," or when "baby needs a lullaby." He greets her most mornings, gives her a love at night before bed, and makes sure he gets in a kiss at least twenty times a day. We couldn't ask for a sweeter boy.
The biggest change in our lives is obviously the new addition coming along. Her Highness has toned down her antics a bit so I have more good days, but she definitely makes her presence known. We are into the third trimester now and I can't believe how quickly the time has gone. It will definitely be an adventure having two kids, but somehow we'll manage.
We moved yet again and are getting set up in the new place as quickly as we can. We laughed pretty hard when we found out that we had scheduled moving day on the day the world would supposedly end, but we made it through intact. We have the worst luck with moving (we haven't managed it once without a horrible storm of some kind and usually some other fun disasters). This time was no different. As Bryce puts it, "The world ended not with a bang, but with a whimper for us." Or at least the move did. Take a flu bug on top of a stomach bug, add credit card fraud, potty training (and did I mention the stomach bug that made potty training even more fun?), finals, and the usual stresses of packing, and what do you get? A whole lot of craziness. We're all in one piece now though and all is well.
Bryce is finished with finals and onto his very last semester of law school. It's been a long time coming, but at the same time we know all too soon we'll be moving on to real life and missing the fun days we had here. We've loved our time at law school. We've met so many great people and learned so much. We will spend the summer here so that Bryce can studying for the Bar Exam and then start his new job in North Carolina come September.
Life is an adventure as usual and we love it. We're so grateful for all the wonderful blessings we've been given and to have a chance to reflect on all the great things that have happened in our lives.
"I need to take a little broke"
As Little would say. He's decided that taking a break is the a good way to get out of doing what you don't want to. Only instead of taking a break, he takes a "broke." Too bad taking a "little broke" isn't exactly an option for me at the moment, no matter how much I want to avoid doing all the things on my list. It seems like everything is happening all at once around here. The holidays, Bryce's finals, moving, potty training, etc. All very exciting, but all very time consuming.
Little has been back and forth on the subject of potty training for a long time now. He'll be interested for a bit and then decides it isn't worth his time for a while. About a week ago, completely out of the blue he announced that he wanted to "peep." So, off he went to the potty.
Of course he decided to get excited about potty training right before we have to move, so amid all the boxes and craziness sits a little potty chair ready to be used at the drop of the hat. Now my life is completely absorbed. If we aren't sitting on the potty, we are talking about sitting on the potty. I finally got tired of watching the clock so closely and started setting an alarm to ask every 15 minutes or so if a potty break is necessary. I was a little afraid it was going to have a Pavlov's Dog effect, but so far so good.
Little is actually doing amazingly well. Don't get me wrong, we've had plenty of accidents in plenty of interesting places, but overall he is getting the hang of it quickly. Despite that, I have decided that this is officially the grossest part of parenting to date. Man alive! That is all I can say.
In other news, we're moving next week. We applied for a bigger apartment over the summer not thinking there was any way we'd get in, but as fate would have it we got a letter saying it was all a go. The only problem is that it happened to be right in the middle of Bryce's finals. They let us postpone until the day after he takes his last final, but still... Kind of crazy around these parts. We never have much luck moving. I'm pretty sure it has rained/snowed/hailed every single time, last time we even had a crazy heat wave and the air conditioning broke. Seriously, no luck. So, when we found out that we were moving on the 21st of December--the end of the world according to the Mayan calendar--we laughed pretty hard. Not exactly what I planned to do with the day the world is over, but hey, what are you going to do?
Manipulation at its finest
Little's latest strategy for avoiding getting in trouble for what he knows is not going to be mommy-approved: "Let me show you a game!" He'll use it to try to stand up in the tub, to draw on something he shouldn't, to jump off the table, etc. Strangely enough, I don't find his "games" quite as fun as he does.
The other tactic he uses is, "Do me a big favor?" which is usually followed by a request to get out of the current thing I'm forcing on him. Ex: "Mommy, do me a big favor? I can play with toys," or "Mommy, do me a big favor? I don't eat carrots." He hasn't quite caught on that it has yet to work for him.
However, on a good note, he has started sharing all of his food with the baby; which basically means that he shoves food at my belly all day long, but I it is still sweet of him.
Let the holidays begin
We had an extra fun end of November because not only did we have Thanksgiving at my sisters house, but we also had Fakesgiving here with friends. Mostly both days were filled with lots of good food, family, and friends.
At my sisters house we played plenty of rounds of Nertz as well as some fantastic Great Dalmuti (if you haven't played/heard of the game you should go get it right away), hats included of course. There weren't enough hats for every for a bit, so we had to get creative, please note the giraffe that my sister is sporting.
Bob the Camel
It all started when Little wanted a bedtime song about a camel and I didn't know even a line of a song that mentioned a camel, so I made one up. This, as you might imagine, led to one of the silliest and most nonsensical songs of all time wherein a camel named Bob was born. I kick myself nightly that Bob was the first name that came to mind.
Now, Little demands a Bob the Camel song almost every night and I am forced to make up a silly little ditty about Bob the Camel going to school, or Bob the Camel playing with friends, or any number of Bob the Camel escapades (Little chooses what Bob does in the song, so it can get a bit interesting) usually ending in "We love Bob the camel."
However, one night the creativity was just not flowing so I told Little that we'd have to wait until the next night to sing our Bob the Camel song. Little apparently was not ok with that, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. What resulted was arguably the most adorable thing he has ever done because he made up his own version of a Bob the Camel song. What I wouldn't give to have that recorded for posterity.
Anyway... He still wants me to sing about Bob the Camel most nights, but after I am finished with my ditty, he starts naming off other animals we can make songs about and proceeds to sing whatever comes to mind about said animal. Mostly his songs are used to sing himself to sleep, but every now and again he comes up with some rather inventive songs about zebras and giraffes during the day. My personal favorite is a zebra named "Bubbu."
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