Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Now, anytime we scoop Nate up and carry him like an infant he is "baby Al-isss." And anytime I change his diaper he is "baby Al-isss." (Leaving me to occasionally play the role of "Arielelelel," who is Alice's mommy, Aunt Ariel.) And when he wants to get snuggly in his pack and play, wrapped up in his blankie, he is again "baby Al-isss."
I just love his imaginary play. He started feeding his stuffed animals a few month back, but it seems like his imagination has really taken off lately. Not only does he now have a tail, but we're also frequently told about the giraffes, tigers and bears that are apparently living in our bed. (They hide under the pillows.)
What kinds of things are your children imagining?
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
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Thursday, May 19, 2011
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Friday, May 13, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
showing off the curler in your hair
- Like when you kept offering me cucumber I didn't want - actually demanding I eat it - only to yank it away every time I leaned in for a bite.
- Or when you make your goldfish crackers swim before you eat them.
- And my favorite is when you "do the pigeon" Bert style by flapping your arms and singing, "Uhn Uhn PIGEON!" You know this always makes me laugh so you are sure to do it immediately after misbehaving (to get back into my good graces.) It always works, you little manipulator.
You still fall all the time. I think it's all that running you do while leading with your chest. But you seem to be getting more agile and I'm no longer petrified to let you run on the pavement. It's not like I could stop you anyway. You're ball crazy. Football, soccer, baseball, tennis. If there's a ball around you want it. And I know I am completely biased, but I really think you have a good arm. And of course you are super passionate about trucks too. We scour the streets for SEEM ROW (steam rollers), DOZE (bulldozers) and GAR (garbage) TRUCKS on a daily basis.
I still think you are the most beautiful little boy ever. You have an amazing smile and luckily I get to see it all the time since you are such a happy kid. You've just started throwing your head back and laughing (usually when Daddy or I have laughed first). It is adorable, but I fear you'll inherit the cackle laugh which was bestowed upon me from my mother. The kind of laugh that is loud and sudden and turns people's heads in restaurants. It's awesome. Though on second thought, you'll probably only get it if you make fun of my laugh for years first. At least that's what happened to me. It's a latent gene kind of thing and it has to be triggered first. Like turning into a werewolf. (Sorry, I've been watching way too much Vampire Diaries/True Blood/Twilight.)
I love the way you say certain words - SESEEM for Sesame and STRAWBEES for strawberries. RERO is yellow and BOO is blue of course. You still end "r" words with "n"s - CARN, MOREN and DOORN are the main ones. It's odd but cute. And it's really hard not to copy your pronunciation. We just spent some time with my side of the family - it takes us about six hours to reach them by car (and by the way, thanks for that lengthy forty-five minute nap there and twenty minute nap on the way back). I always get a kick when you turn Aunt Ariel into "Arielielielielieliel." Sometimes I think her name will never end.
I love you, you little nut. More than tongue can tell.