Friday, May 06, 2005
Alex's preschool class devoted two whole classes to their mothers. They made us picture frames complete with photo, they read books about mothers and they shared what they liked about their mothers.
Most kids shared, "My mom does the laundry." "My mom makes me chicken corden bleu." "My mom helps me clean my room." Pretty much a list of things we do to keep the house running.
Alex's made me smile -- at first. "My mom makes me happy" -- followed by "but not all the time."
Andy hardly apperciates all I do. Two days ago, he tested my love for him. First, he dumped out the garbage while I was showering -- covering the kitchen in egg shells. Then Alex forgot to close the bathroom door -- Andy threw a bunch of hot wheels into the toliet. He also took to running through the house as fast as he toddle screaming at the top of his very healthy lungs.
A final Alex story...
On the way home from preschool, Alex was feeling his usual playful self. Upon arriving home, I say we'll be using the front door.
He says, "Ok. But, Mommy. The FIRST (not the last) one in is a rotten egg!"
He then tore off and edged in the door just ahead of Andy and I as I was opening the door.
Upon entering, in a Mia Hamm moment, he got down on his knees threw his arms up in the air and proclaimed, "YESSS!! I AM THE ROTTEN EGG!"
Most kids shared, "My mom does the laundry." "My mom makes me chicken corden bleu." "My mom helps me clean my room." Pretty much a list of things we do to keep the house running.
Alex's made me smile -- at first. "My mom makes me happy" -- followed by "but not all the time."
Andy hardly apperciates all I do. Two days ago, he tested my love for him. First, he dumped out the garbage while I was showering -- covering the kitchen in egg shells. Then Alex forgot to close the bathroom door -- Andy threw a bunch of hot wheels into the toliet. He also took to running through the house as fast as he toddle screaming at the top of his very healthy lungs.
A final Alex story...
On the way home from preschool, Alex was feeling his usual playful self. Upon arriving home, I say we'll be using the front door.
He says, "Ok. But, Mommy. The FIRST (not the last) one in is a rotten egg!"
He then tore off and edged in the door just ahead of Andy and I as I was opening the door.
Upon entering, in a Mia Hamm moment, he got down on his knees threw his arms up in the air and proclaimed, "YESSS!! I AM THE ROTTEN EGG!"
Recent going ons
Andy's update:
Andy has certain chores he likes to take care of around the house.
Upon completion of diaper change, the offending diaper is placed in a shopping bag, tied and thrown outside in the garbage. Andy takes the bag down stairs, waits impatiently for the front door to be opened, walks to the garbage can on the side of the house and then instructs his parent to lift him and the lid. This allows him to place the nasty diaper in the trash. To which, he then erupts in great applause for himself and a job well done.
Andy is also incharge of his shoes. He has two pairs -- sneakers and sandals. He hated his sandals until 3 days ago. When asked to bring me his shoes, he brought his sandals and then promptly corrected my mistake (I put the sandals on over his socks), yanking on them and squawking at me until the change was made.
Andy also likes to put dishes away. He doesn't care if they're dirty or clean; if one opens the dishwasher, be prepared for Andy to start putting dishes away.
He is an avid garbage man. Rummaging through it to make sure no delicious snacks are in there or any delightful toys! He has also taken to throwing things in there when finished using them -- plates, telephones, some of Alex's toys. He has yet to actually throw one of his own toys away!
And lastly, Andy has discovered his vocabulary. He mimics Alex's speech patterns and mannerisms, telling babble stories complete with hand signals and giggles from time to time.
Alex's going ons:
Alex is finding great joy in our new car, Mazda MPV. Its such a bright blue, you can't miss it.
He's discovered superheros, especially, The Incredibles. Alex should be known as Dash when he needs to run really fast. "Even though, I can't run as fast as Dash does, I'm still super fast!"
He's gearing up to start riding his bike without training wheels. He's convinced its to big a bike. I however believe he just needs to bite the bullet and start riding.
Andy has certain chores he likes to take care of around the house.
Upon completion of diaper change, the offending diaper is placed in a shopping bag, tied and thrown outside in the garbage. Andy takes the bag down stairs, waits impatiently for the front door to be opened, walks to the garbage can on the side of the house and then instructs his parent to lift him and the lid. This allows him to place the nasty diaper in the trash. To which, he then erupts in great applause for himself and a job well done.
Andy is also incharge of his shoes. He has two pairs -- sneakers and sandals. He hated his sandals until 3 days ago. When asked to bring me his shoes, he brought his sandals and then promptly corrected my mistake (I put the sandals on over his socks), yanking on them and squawking at me until the change was made.
Andy also likes to put dishes away. He doesn't care if they're dirty or clean; if one opens the dishwasher, be prepared for Andy to start putting dishes away.
He is an avid garbage man. Rummaging through it to make sure no delicious snacks are in there or any delightful toys! He has also taken to throwing things in there when finished using them -- plates, telephones, some of Alex's toys. He has yet to actually throw one of his own toys away!
And lastly, Andy has discovered his vocabulary. He mimics Alex's speech patterns and mannerisms, telling babble stories complete with hand signals and giggles from time to time.
Alex's going ons:
Alex is finding great joy in our new car, Mazda MPV. Its such a bright blue, you can't miss it.
He's discovered superheros, especially, The Incredibles. Alex should be known as Dash when he needs to run really fast. "Even though, I can't run as fast as Dash does, I'm still super fast!"
He's gearing up to start riding his bike without training wheels. He's convinced its to big a bike. I however believe he just needs to bite the bullet and start riding.
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