Everyone says write these things down...
- While trying to dress him, "Mom, keep your hands to yourself."
- Calling us "babe" after starting at a new babysitter who apparently uses that term with him.
- Running naked through the apt, declaring "I dressed all by myself!"
- Watching Dumbo for the first time, bursting into sympathetic tears when the mommy elephant is being restrained for spanking/reacting to the circus visitors when little Dumbo is made fun of... "What they doing to her!?"
- Pretending to sleep in the carseat, with flittery, tightly closed eyes and exaggerated breathing.
- When he is in trouble or doesn't know the answer, he sharply responds with "I can't say it."
- "I'm just saying funny stuff" when he gets goofy.
- He bargains and bargains... one animal cracker for peeing becomes, "TWO animal crackers, no THREE!" while holding up his fingers for that number. Hilarious when the timeouts come, and it goes from me saying, "Do you want a timeout?!" to him responding, "TWO timeouts. No, THREE!" Sure, you gottit. And the minutes left in the tub have gone from "One more minute!" to "Six more minutes, fifteen more minutes!" Nice try.
And, we are completely immersed in the WHY phase... Why is it raining? Why is it not raining? Why is it foggy? Why is it breakable? Why is it glass? Why is daddy sleeping?
I am sure I have forgotten some good ones.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Full Blown 2 1/2...
Temper tantrums, crazy outburts, followed by beautiful days... all seem to correspond with Elliot's constipation issues! Ah, the life of a parent+toddler.
An impromptu system of a black mark with a marker for whines, nos, yelling, contrasted with red dots for "Ok, Mommy," niceness, helpfulness, has brilliantly worked as he insists on making his own marks and reminds me if he needs one. Definitely helps that the babysitter immediately adopted the same system! Some of these meltdowns make me wonder how soon we'll be in anger management therapy.
He's so entertaining lately. Riding his bike with no hands. Singing songs from his music class, correcting us when we get it wrong. "I'm just saying funny stuff," when he gets goofy. I caught him whispering to himself the other day, "Bust my buffers." I about died. He loves the games he plays with the new group of kids at the 3-day-a-week sitter and often tells us about who is doing what there.
His latest is pretending to make musical instruments with these little pipe-link thingies-- a flute, sax, and trumpet. Especially after we went to see his favorite band, Dreamtree Shakers, play. He was such a groupie and you can see it in his face in the one photo where my friend, Jeremy, is playing "Big Rock Candy Mountain" with the guitar and harmonica (which was uber impressive!).
An impromptu system of a black mark with a marker for whines, nos, yelling, contrasted with red dots for "Ok, Mommy," niceness, helpfulness, has brilliantly worked as he insists on making his own marks and reminds me if he needs one. Definitely helps that the babysitter immediately adopted the same system! Some of these meltdowns make me wonder how soon we'll be in anger management therapy.
He's so entertaining lately. Riding his bike with no hands. Singing songs from his music class, correcting us when we get it wrong. "I'm just saying funny stuff," when he gets goofy. I caught him whispering to himself the other day, "Bust my buffers." I about died. He loves the games he plays with the new group of kids at the 3-day-a-week sitter and often tells us about who is doing what there.
His latest is pretending to make musical instruments with these little pipe-link thingies-- a flute, sax, and trumpet. Especially after we went to see his favorite band, Dreamtree Shakers, play. He was such a groupie and you can see it in his face in the one photo where my friend, Jeremy, is playing "Big Rock Candy Mountain" with the guitar and harmonica (which was uber impressive!).
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