He's been in undies for nearly a month now, and started napping in undies on Thursday. So far, mostly good. We can do days at a stretch without incident and then change two pairs of pants back-to-back the next day.
He LOVES the Abiyoyo books Uncle Mark sent and sings the song all the time.
He's been very observant lately. When he was having yogurt for lunch and I decided to have some too, he got really excited. "Mama have yogurt too! Alex have yogurt! Dada, too!" When Paul was getting ready for work one day, Alex noticed they had something in common: "Dada wear sweater. Alex wear sweater, too!" Some book got us talking about noses. I asked where his was and he pointed to it. Then I asked if Mama had a nose. "Yes. Dada too!' "Who else has a nose?" "Gramma." "Who else?" "Unk Oey." "Who else?" "Grampa." You get the idea. Today at Mass, Paul was standing in the back playing bass and at one point Alex noticed, "Dada is way over there!" Later, when he relieved the piano player, "Dada play piano now."
Whenever he falls and gets "hurt" (lands on his hand or bonks his head cutting a corner too fast -- seldom real injury) he yelps and comes running to show me, doing this squeally-moany thing he does, sort of an "Owhhhhh". I'll see him coming and ask what's wrong, and he'll tell me. "Oh, did you hurt your hand?" He'll moan again and thrust his hand up for me to inspect. Sometimes I give it kisses and send him on his way. Other times, I'll say "That must have stung. It looks ok now, " and satisfied, he'll run off again as if nothing had happened. I suppose he gets this from me. Mom said I used to repeat "ow" until someone asked me what was wrong.
Please and thank you don't come automatically, but he seems to have really picked up on "Excuse me."
He hardly counts just to two anymore. Everything is "Un doo tee fou five!" (sometimes skipping four) and he wiggles his fingers up in no particular order. If I come back from a clementine mission with two in hand now he'll say "Orangies! One two three four five!" Counting something in a book the other day, he got up to nine almost all by himself. I don't know where that came from. Probably the same memory spurt that's responsible for spontaneous segments of the alphabet song. "E-f-g!" "M-n-o-p!" "S-t-w-y-z!"
Also since our trip to Texas, he's insistent that I read him bedtime stories. For the past 15 months, this has been Paul's job.
He LOVES the Abiyoyo books Uncle Mark sent and sings the song all the time.
He's been very observant lately. When he was having yogurt for lunch and I decided to have some too, he got really excited. "Mama have yogurt too! Alex have yogurt! Dada, too!" When Paul was getting ready for work one day, Alex noticed they had something in common: "Dada wear sweater. Alex wear sweater, too!" Some book got us talking about noses. I asked where his was and he pointed to it. Then I asked if Mama had a nose. "Yes. Dada too!' "Who else has a nose?" "Gramma." "Who else?" "Unk Oey." "Who else?" "Grampa." You get the idea. Today at Mass, Paul was standing in the back playing bass and at one point Alex noticed, "Dada is way over there!" Later, when he relieved the piano player, "Dada play piano now."
Whenever he falls and gets "hurt" (lands on his hand or bonks his head cutting a corner too fast -- seldom real injury) he yelps and comes running to show me, doing this squeally-moany thing he does, sort of an "Owhhhhh". I'll see him coming and ask what's wrong, and he'll tell me. "Oh, did you hurt your hand?" He'll moan again and thrust his hand up for me to inspect. Sometimes I give it kisses and send him on his way. Other times, I'll say "That must have stung. It looks ok now, " and satisfied, he'll run off again as if nothing had happened. I suppose he gets this from me. Mom said I used to repeat "ow" until someone asked me what was wrong.
Please and thank you don't come automatically, but he seems to have really picked up on "Excuse me."
He hardly counts just to two anymore. Everything is "Un doo tee fou five!" (sometimes skipping four) and he wiggles his fingers up in no particular order. If I come back from a clementine mission with two in hand now he'll say "Orangies! One two three four five!" Counting something in a book the other day, he got up to nine almost all by himself. I don't know where that came from. Probably the same memory spurt that's responsible for spontaneous segments of the alphabet song. "E-f-g!" "M-n-o-p!" "S-t-w-y-z!"
Also since our trip to Texas, he's insistent that I read him bedtime stories. For the past 15 months, this has been Paul's job.
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