In the interest of keeping these memories recorded, here is what my baby boy is up to lately:
- He is putting together sentences. "I scared cat" meaning "I'm scared of the cat" today at a friend's house, after being hissed at and scratched by a very unhappy-around-rough-children-who-think-cat-tails-are-for-pulling feline; "want sleep car," "Help me shoes" (help me put on my shoes), "I eat orange," "see Blue puppy" (watch Blues Clues), "sit the potty", "Anika at work" (meaning school); "daddy work?" with a huge sad face being some of his favorites
- He honestly picked up clementine pieces tonight and started counting them. He got to three. I helped him count to five.
- He still calls a spoon a "mocha" and water is still "wa-wa" (sometimes I call it 'agua,' so I'm giving him the benefit of Spanglish here)
- He has a crush on Dora and Sophia the First and he idolizes Diego. He starts singing the Diego song, then the map song and the backpack song from Dora (his pronunciation of the word "backpack" is ridiculously cute), then Blues Clues. He still LOVES to sing and cracks a huge smile whenever you start singing.
- After filling his diaper with foul #2, he runs up to me with a big smile and pronunces, "Pooo-pee! Stiiiiinky!"
- When he falls down (which is a lot), he yells "OK!" (as in, "I'm ok!")
- After he is all dressed and we've put on the all-important shoes, he stands up on his changing table and proclaims, "Ta-DA! WOW!"
- His obsession with shoes continues. And wellie boots (he prefers his frog boots but will wear the monkey ones in a pinch). He insists on wearing them in the house, although none of the rest of us wear shoes inside and Anika whisks hers off the second we get home, and he clops around and pulls apart the seams in the couch with the treads but still won't take them off. He and Anika had me in stitches last week because they were clopping around the house in her dress high heels - and Reni was strutting his stuff with the best of them in what are easily one-inch heels.
Anika, meanwhile, is also growing up much too quickly.
- She wants to be a doctor when she grows up. Or a dentist. Or someone who gets to play in the dirt all day. She carries her doctor sets around with her (one of three that she has) and anytime someone has an owie she is first on the scene. Last night, Reni was scratching some eczema that appeared behind his knee (dang allergy season!) and Anika applied the cream and the band-aid. When she woke up this morning, her first question was, "how is my patient Reni?" and she went to check on him. She even remembered what knee it was.
- She now insists on picking out her outfits -- the frillier and pouf-ier, the better. Most days she just dons her dress-up clothes. We get lots of glitter everywhere and I have to wash them on delicate so they don't fall apart, but the smile on her face when she wears a "tutu dress" is worth it.
- She is asking to paint her fingernails and toenails and really wants to go get a mani-pedi with me. I wish there were family-friendly places with non-toxic nail polish, but I'm thinking that's asking for too much (BTW: can I BE any more yuppie?)
- In a word, pigtails. Even to bed. And they have to be high. Or low. Or in the middle. And the barrettes have to match. If it's not exactly right, she makes you start over, examining herself carefully in the mirror and watching your work with the precision of an engineer.
- We got one of those ball and paddle toys at a birthday party, and it broke immediately (big surprise). She is working on putting it back together (after multiple failed attempts on my part) and she won't give up. She works on it a little bit each night before going to bed.
- She's been asking for a pet - most days it's a dog; some days she wants a cat, too. Lacking a real excuse, I told her our house isn't big enough for a dog. I overheard her talking to Armando tonight and explaining, "Right now our house is too small for a dog. But when it gets bigger, maybe then we can get one."
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