Two snowmen converged in our yard

Our yard has two snowmen - one was a traditional three tier snowman (engineer style), and the other was a big mound (mom and kid style). We thought both were complete until dinner that night when S looks at us very seriously and says, "Mama I want to give my snowman a penis and a bottom." Very funny! Don't worry, we didn't add anything to the snowman.

Day two - it had gotten warmer, we looked outside at the creations and one snowman had lost his head. S explained, "Your snowman lost his head daddy, mine didn't because I pushed it down." The kid style snowman (big mound of snow) wins!

Morning meat

Better late than never right?

I was reminded of this the other night when we were having turkey for dinner. On Thanksgiving, S declared that he wanted morning meat and dark meat! What else can I say about that - he has a great view of the world.

The Value of Education

I'm not sure how the conversation got started exactly but S and I were talking about school at dinner last night. He was saying things like, "when I get bigger I can go by myself." Then he said, "when I'm grown up I won't go to school anymore." My response, what else could it have been really,
Me: "You've got at least 20 years or so of school ahead of you buddy."
S: "Why?"
Me: "Because your dad and I value education, we think it's really important that you go to school and learn."
S: "Why?"
Me: "Because then you'll have all sorts of choices and options in your life and you can be anything you want to be when you grow up."
S: "This looks like a monster [referring to the dried kiwi he was holding]."
Me: "You're right it does kind of look like a monster."
Followed by a lot of laughing.

I'm looking forward to the many conversations we'll have that go something like this!

Curling 101: Preschool Style

S has become totally obsessed with curling. Everyday this week when I arrive to pick him up, he's lying on the floor holding random toys pretending to "curl". The other day he had two measuring cups and a whisk, and his teachers informed me that he was playing curling all day with whatever he had in his hands.

Apparently his enthusiasm for the sport has started to rub off and now his teachers want us to come in and talk to the kids about curling - really, curling for 2-3 year olds, I can't even imagine how that talk would go (ironically I spend a lot of my work life focused on helping parents talk with their kids about tough topics like alcohol and sex, maybe I should add curling to that list?). S thinks it's totally cool though and keeps asking when we can bring our curling rock and broom to school.

Today he is supposed to take his friends into the hallway (the curling ice) so they can all curl together - we'll see how that goes.

Purple, flowers, and they light up!

The school bag filled with snacks, a drink, a pack of pull ups, a spare pair of pants, an extra pair of mittens, and a few other random things did not have shoes in it this morning. S was wearing his snow boots and we forgot shoes. Fortunately he was excited to borrow a pair of "center shoes." I personally find it a bit gross but am glad they have them for times like today and was relieved to not have to run home. So he chose a pair of purple shoes with little flowers on the side that light up - what is cooler than that!

PS There were only 4 kids in his room at the time, and two forgot shoes, so I don't feel so bad.

Team Foo Foo

S has a wonderful imagination - whether it's talking to his imaginary friend in the backseat and sharing his snack with "Baka" or "Maka" or whoever is back there with him, to staging football games, curling matches, and pretending we're toddlers at his school - the details are vivid and the fun can last for hours.

The biggest excitement lately has been playing football and now curling. He puts on his winter coat or his football pads as he calls them, his winter hat (aka his football helmet), grabs his recorder from Uncle Ira for his whistle and the game begins. It involves throwing a football running after it, calling for a tackle or "pile up" and now he'll even declare a first down for touchdown (after measuring of course). The other night he asked me, "do you want me to tell you what team I'm on."
Me: "Of course, what team are you on?"
S: "Umm, Team Foo Foo." (followed by hysterical laughter)

Curling is a bit trickier, but no less fun. Grab a few wooden blocks (curling rocks), a plastic spoon (curling broom) and you're set. I usually get to watch with one of his stuffed animals behind the glass (couch) until it's time for him to take a break and "the kids (i.e. me and a stuffed elephant)" get to go on the ice. Yesterday during curling I was reminded of how truly literal an almost 3 yr old can be. He said it was his turn to throw the rock, so he picks up a wooden block and hurls it across the room. Hmm, try explaining that we use the word throw in curling, but the rocks never come off the ice and it's more of a push down the ice rather than an actual throw. Another good reminder of how important language can be.

A superhero?

Yesterday when I walked into S's room to get him up this morning, he sat up, looked at me and said,

"When you came to get me up, I thought you were a Superman."

This morning I asked him if he thought I was a Superman and he said no, he thought I was a monster, a scary monster. He then explained that sometimes he thinks I'm a Superman and sometimes a scary monster.

Baby Who?

S has a new cousin and we couldn't be happier to welcome her into the world! The question still remains, what is her name?

Before the baby was born we asked S what he thought the baby's name should be. Without skipping a beat he said, Baby Asha (one of his good buddies from school has a baby sister Asha). He would say things like, "Is Baby Asha here yet?" "Is Baby Asha still in Aunt J's belly."

Then the baby was born, and her name was not Asha. Now when we ask S what his new cousin's name is he says, "Baby Asha."
Us: "That's not her name, what's her name."
S: "Baby Asha, I named her Baby Asha."
Us: "But that's not what Uncle I and Aunt J named her."
S: "Why?"
Us: "What name did they give her?"
S: "I don't remember." [followed by lots of laughter since he does know her name]

Great songs

S has been making up some really "amazing" songs lately. His new ritual before bed is to sing me a song, it usually starts with, um, um, as he thinks it up. Here are two versions of what has followed:

"Goldy Gopher jumps into bed. Goldy Gopher jumps into bed. [repeated another 2x] Because that's what Goldy Gopher does."

"The people don't get on the bus, the train gets on the bus. [repeated 3x] Because that's the way they do it."

Candy and Kisses

Yesterday we went to the bookmobile (our every other week ritual). This week however was different. There was candy (MN brand peppermint candies exactly). S asked for one and we said he could eat it after dinner. Dinner ended quickly to get to the candy quicker. As he shoved it in his mouth, and we kept insisting he not try and shove so much into his mouth, he proclaims,
"it's not all going into my belly." Most of his candy eating time was spent with his finger in his mouth trying to scrape the candy off the roof of his mouth.

We have been working on a lesson - when two people are talking you need to wait until they are finished before you can speak to them. This means not trying to talk over people or interrupt them to get their attention. Last night I was talking to Geoff and told S that I was talking to Daddy and he would need to wait a minute. His solution, he climbed onto Geoff's lap, gave him a big hug strategically placing his cheek over Geoff's mouth, then giving Geoff a big kiss on the lips, all to prevent him from talking. Where does he come up with these things?

I'm Ernie, you're Bert....

and you're Cookie Monster. Hi Bert. Can you say Hi Ernie?

A typical conversation in our house initiated by S of course. It's really funny if you call him Abby Cadaby or Oscar "by mistake." In the car on the way to school he asked, "Bert, where's Cookie Monster [aka Dad]?" When I dropped him off at daycare he yelled through the window, "Bye Bert, have a good day at work Bert."

He also has developed his own version of a football game (wonder where he gets that gene?) - the couch is the bleachers and we have to sit and watch his game. His rules, "I'm going to throw the ball and then you clap and say Yeah Ernie." He throws the ball, we cheer Yeah Ernie and he runs after it, then we do it all over again.

For a kid who doesn't watch TV how does he know about Sesame Street, the Internet of course. He likes to watch "videos" - either YouTube or the Sesame Street website. He enjoys watching an orchestra play some classical music, a goofy middle aged man play the guitar and sing kids songs, or Sesame Street clips. He even has his own mouse - a mouse that I use with my laptop so it's not connected but he thinks it works and that he's finding the videos. Talk about generation differences, it's very 21st century.

It's actually a nice before bed activity, it calms him down and gives me a few minutes to clean up.

Privacy, what's that?

I often have conversations with S about giving me a little privacy, a few minutes to myself. Our conversation went like this today:

The scene - I walk into the bathroom, he walks in right behind me and sits down on the stool he uses to reach the sink.

S: What does privacy mean? No one else around? Apparently I can't give you any privacy.

I just had to laugh - it's getting more and more common that I hear him repeating what I once told him. Good thing I find it funny to hear a 2-year old try to say "apparently".

Too funny

Direct quotes:

S: "Cover my curtains, they're looking at me." [they have Winnie the Pooh and friends on them]

S: [upon waking up] "I was covering my head because those pictures are looking at me." [Pooh pictures on his wall that I think I have convinced him go to sleep at night when he does so they're not able to look at him]

S: [the first thing out of his mouth this morning] "Are you wearing a red shirt? Can I touch your red shirt mama? It's beautiful."

The first day.....

of preschool did not go as planned. S was a bit nervous - made evident by the fact that when we brought it up at dinner the night before he burst out in tears, "I don't want to go to preschool. I want to go to toddlers." We calmed him down and even made cookies and a card for his toddler teachers to say thank you. He made it clear he didn't want to go to preschool Monday morning but we strolled in. He hugged my leg most of the time, but agreed to show me around a bit. Then it was time for me to leave, and it happened - he lost it, S was a complete and utter mess, hysterical crying. I have a vague recollection of him crying one other time when I left and that was pretty mild and ended once I was out of sight - basically he loves school and does very little crying there. If anything, he cries when I pick him up because he wants to stay and play with his friends. In particular if I happen to arrive before they have gone outside to play in the afternoon he is not happy and I usually have to wait around so he can go outside with this friends - the solution, I stay at work and get more done and pick him up later, problem solved.

But I digress - I finally left and he was still hysterical, it was really sad. He kept saying, "I don't want you to leave." "I want to go to work with you." Of course I had a day full of meetings so no ability to hang out much longer than I already had. I called to check in later and he was fine. After I left he sat in his cubby with his blanket and bear for about 20 minutes just wanting to be by himself. He then ventured out and started playing with toys, and from there he was all good. He was a bit confused because last week he was just visiting preschool and always went back to toddlers so apparently he kept asking his preschool teachers when he was going back. All in all it was a great day, and this morning when I dropped him off, there were no tears and he seemed ready to go.

I have no doubt he'll love being a preschooler, more independence and pretty cool activities. Yesterday he even got to pour his own milk at lunch and loved it.

What did you do in preschool?

S: [very excited and all smiles while he said it] "Color with markers. And I got to keep the cap. I held it in my hand."

A big transition in the life of a toddler - when a marker cap is no longer a choking hazard!

A skirt? Really?

Yesterday was a big day, S was visiting the preschool classroom for the first time. No surprise, he loved it and spent most of the morning there. When I went to pick him here's what happened:

Me: Are you wearing a skirt buddy? Why are you wearing a skirt?
S: It's not a skirt momma it's a shirt.
Me: No, this is a skirt (pointing to the skirt), and this is your shirt (pointing to the shirt). [said with much enunciation]
S: Oh. Can I go outside with my friends for a few minutes?
Me: Sure
Teacher: I can tell you what happened. He was playing at preschool and his shorts got wet. They didn't have all his stuff so they grabbed these from the Center (aka the loaners) thinking they were shorts. They didn't realize until they put them on that it was a skirt. And then he didn't want to take them off. He was so proud because it was from preschool.
Me [to S]: It looks just great on you.

On the way out of school:
Parent 1: I heard what the teacher was telling you, that's a really funny story.
Another teacher: How was preschool S?
Me: Great, and he's coming home in a skirt. [I shared the story]
Teacher: [laughs] That's really funny.
Parent2: I was wondering why he was walking around in a skirt.

S trots right out of school as proud as can be to be making his transition into the preschool classroom! Look out preschool here we come!

I'm open!

Last week for the first time, I took S to watch Dad officiate a football game. His description of what Dad does - "he picks up the ball and throws it".

He wanted to be on the field and I explained that we need to stay off the field while the teams were playing. Here's his explanation:
S: "When the players are done I can go on the field?"
Me: Yes
S: "If they throw it to me, I can throw it back?"
Me: Sure, if they throw it to you, you can throw it back.
S: [yells] "Throw it over here!"

Look out preschool.....

This has two meanings:

1. Many days on the way to school S proclaims with much enthusiasm: "Look out school, here we come!"

2. We got the yellow slip - the one that says S is moving up to preschool. A spot has opened up in the next classroom. Next week he will be visiting, and then on Sept. 21st he will be a preschooler - a younger preschooler mind you, but a preschooler none the less - and yes they have younger and older preschoolers. I think he's ready and will love it. A lot of his toddler friends will be in his class, not to mention a bigger and more challenging playground with huge slides, places to climb and jump, and more sophisticated art projects. The classroom also has a class pet, very exciting! And who knows maybe seeing more potty trained kids around will rub off :)

No Dancing!

Day 1 - S asked to bring a book to school, he typically doesn't ask to bring things so on the rare occassion when he does, we typically say yes. He wanted to bring a Thomas the Train book that plays music and was excited to show all his friends. When I went to pick him up at the end of the day the book was in the teacher's office, and so we forgot to bring it home and didn't remember it until it was too late to go back.

Day 2 - We retrieved the book from the office and I learned why it was there (instead of in his cubby, which is essentially public access although there are rules). One day 1 the music was playing and kids started dancing. S did not want them to dance to his music and told them to stop dancing, they couldn't dance. The teacher explained that when you bring a toy that plays music that other kids can hear, they can choose to dance if they want. Since the book was already at school we left it there for the remainder of day 2.

End of Day 2 - I pick S up and the book is once again in the teacher's office. This time his teacher explained kids were dancing and he didn't want them to. The solution - S could turn away, he didn't have to watch them dance if he didn't want to. S then decided he no longer wanted to share the book and put it in his cubby. Some of the younger kids were not good at following "the rules" and kept trying to take it out of his cubby to hear the music again. S asked the teacher to put the book in the office, and we brought it home with us at the end of the day.

Day 3 - The book stayed at home and S didn't ask to bring it to school again.

Dreams

Well S definitely takes after me in the sleep department. He woke up around 5am screaming, "mama I took my shirt off." When I went in to his room (a strange thing to be yelling out, I had to check it out), he was sitting up holding his blanket out to me. I didn't turn on any lights so I had to feel and confirm his shirt was still on and it was his blanket he was holding. I explained it was just a dream and that was his blanket, his shirt was still on. He seemed a bit confused, looked down, seemed convinced that I was right and decided he wanted to get up. After a convincing argument that it was still the middle of the night he laid back down. Of course he got up a few more times after that, but his clothes stayed on!

TV

For a while we didn't let S watch TV, then it got to the point where we figured a little TV was okay, but he showed no interest. He has always been too busy, always on the go, never wanting to sit still and watch. We even tried Sesame Street - nothing, after a few minutes when the real people showed up (as opposed to all the furry friends) he was done watching. Until last night. Geoff was flipping through the channels and found an orchestra playing on PBS, well S was enthralled. He even watched for a good 10-15 minutes until the music stopped, he was really into it, pointing out all the instruments. He even went to get his own guitar to play along "with the TV".

Unfortunately he wouldn't let me get any pictures, but it was priceless. He was playing with a big bowl and spoon when it came on TV. At this particular moment, the big orange bowl was on his head. So he proceeded to stare at the orchestra with a bowl on his head, until he noticed I was gone (trying to get the camera) - then the bowl came off. When the music stopped he clapped and cheered, though he wasn't convinced they were really done.

Potty training has begun

After we returned from our summer vacation we decided to focus more on potty training. S has been eagerly sitting on the potty for a while now and it seemed time to push the issue a bit more. How has it been going - well, we use pull ups now and he sits on the potty and urinates (yes he says urinate and BM, likely a consequence of having him in a University daycare), but his pulls are usually still wet. He has a potty chart with stickers and at school he gets to go to the bathroom with the toileters (the other kids who use the potty and who are hopefully serving as good role models and providing a bit of positive peer pressure). The only problem so far is that I think he's dreaming of potty training. The other morning at 5:30am he wakes up yelling, "come quick mama, I have to urinate." So I took him to the potty and he urinated. I then explained it was the middle of the night and he had to go back to bed, so he did. The next night at 3:30am he wakes up and yells "hurry mama I have to urinate." I said to my sleeping husband, really, at 3:30am he feels the need to go, turn to get out of bed and realize he didn't say anything after that. He must have gone back to sleep. Hopefully this is a good sign and the potty training is being embedded in his brain. Either that or he takes after me and talks in his sleep!

A real game of catch

Last night S picked up a ball to play with, he threw it to me, I threw it back and voila he caught it! His face was beaming he was so proud of himself and of course we made a huge deal out of it, cheering and everything. We then of course spent the rest of the night playing catch. At one point S decided to sit down while we were playing. No surprise, it's easier to catch the ball, because it can just get caught between your arms and legs. So this happened, it kinda just landed on his legs. There were no cheers from us, so he looked at us and said, "are you going to say yeah!"? He also proclaimed that he is now a baseball player.

Mockingbird

As part of our bedtime routine, S gets into bed, I read Goodnight Moon, he asks to touch the pictures (in particular, the mush, the fire (he likes it because he can't touch real fire), and the big star), and then I sing Hush Little Baby - which we call Mockingbird. The other night after reading, I said,
"Do you want me to read Mockingbird, oh I mean sing Mockingbird?"
S: [laughing] Do you have a book about Mockingbird?
Me: No.
S: Why not? Do they have a book about Mockingbird at the store?
Me: I don't know. I just made a mistake, I meant to say sing.

So now, everynight while lying in his bed, he looks at me with a big grin and a giggle and says, "Do you have a book about Mockingbird?"

Keeping with the theme, when I was singing the other night I skipped a verse and he proclaimed, "you skipped a page mama."

Ratings

Last night S proclaimed:

Mama, you're a 7, Daddy you're an 8-9.

Although I could take a guess at what that might mean, I don't think that's what he was thinking. More on his imagination and made up stories to come.

Keep it in perspective

A lesson learned from Stuart last night. We were preparing for our nightly ritual of reading in the rocking chair before bed and he was being his usual silly self - he was covering his head with his blanket.
Me: Do you want me to read a book?
S: Yes.
Me: Then you need to uncover your head.
S: Why?
Me: Because I'm not reading to a blanket [said in a very serious, but not angry or frustrusted, tone. Just the usual feeling of always being a rush and needing to get one thing done to move on to the next.]
S: Hysterical laughing, when he came up for air: why aren't you reading to a blanket mama?
Me & S: Hysterical laughing

Nothing like a child and a good laugh to keep the world in perspective. Another five minutes of cuddling in the chair is way more important than rushing out to the grocery store (which was next on my to do list) which is open 24 hours. Note to self: slow down, don't always be in such a rush, the less important things can wait!

More laughs

After putting Stuart to bed, he started crying which is not typical. Geoff went to check on him:
S: (through tears) Mickey [Mouse] poked me in the eye.
Geoff: It was just an accident, he won't do it again.
Stuart went back to sleep.

Stuart ran up to me yesterday and gave me a hug then ran away laughing and said:
S: I stole your snuggle.

Rides - he loves them, he loves them not

We have discovered that Stuart loves rides and is quite brave. So we broke down and bought a season pass so he could ride all the rides he wants this summer. He was wanting to go on the swings - and he's sort of borderline, I don't think he's quite tall enough to ride them, but quick enough that the teenager running the ride doesn't notice. So we let him go on the swings and he loved them, great, our anxiety was relieved and we have another ride he can go on. Next time we went to the park he wanted to go on the swings and I figured of course, he loves the swings. Well he loved them for about two complete rotations, then came the tears and the cries, "I don't like it, they're going too high for me." And yes, I could hear the pathetic cries from the sidelines, only to be topped by all the pity comments from parents around me (not knowing it was my kid) - aw look at the poor kid, so sad, etc. So I became that mom - but not on purpose and with only the best intentions - the mom with the screaming kid on the ride.

Next time we went to the park (yes we go a lot) he wanted to try the swings again and told us, "I'm not going to cry." So we figured okay, let's try again, he was probably just over tired or something last time. Well before the swings even started he changed his mind and didn't want to go on, but this time he explained, "I didn't like them, they weren't moving." I suppose we can't expect a 2.5 year old to have much patience.

Who knows what will happen next time......

Funny things

Move your foot it's looking at my stick!

Dance to my music. [his music goes something like this, "la la la la la la la la...."]

S: Are you ready freddy?
Me: I'm ready, are you ready freddy?
S: I'm not ready freddy, I'm a Stuart. Silly mama.

Dad: I'm going to take a shower.
S: Don't wash the food out of your tummy.

S: I wanna do blood blood. [what he now calls being held upside down since Dad explained that when you're upside down the blood rushes to your head]

Stop reading mama

Reading a book with Stuart goes something like this:
Me: reading, reading, reading
S: What's that, who's that, why, etc. etc.
Me: If you want me to keep reading you have to stop talking so you can hear the story [I know it's sounds rotten to tell your kid to stop talking, but it's too annoying to try to read over him talking and he's frustrated because I'm not answering his questions]

Here's what happened the other day:
Me: reading, reading
S: Stop reading mama. What's that, who's that, why, etc.....
Me: reading
S: Stop reading mama..... you get the picture

A first

Yesterday was a big first for Stuart, he had his very first lollipop - up until this time his parents have chosen to deprive him of candy. But we were at a parade and encouraging him to pick up all the candy being thrown at us and then telling him he couldn't eat it. I think he was starting to catch on! Well he just loved it - talk about savoring every lick, he licked and licked and licked and of course got all sticky. We finally got home and ready for a nap, and Stuart just wouldn't settle down, he just kept saying "don't eat my candy, I want my lollipop." After convincing him mom and dad would not eat his candy while he slept (at least not the lollipops) he took a nap. The first thing he said when he woke up - "where's my candy?" As promised, we let him choose another lollipop. The challenge for the poor kid is that he can't sit still and lollipops require sitting still and not climbing all over the furniture - so he had a bit of an internal struggle - the yumminess of a lollipop or toys? He went back and forth for a while, then I cut him off, and we went back to pretending we were on a boat.

Direct quote & other funny things

There's nothing like hearing your words come out of the mouth of a two year old. The other day Stuart put a toy down on the sofa. I moved it to make room for people to sit and he looked at me and said, "I put it there for a reason." and proceeded to put it back. Hmmm, I wonder where he learned that line?

And some other funny things:
For some reason he is concerned that when he is on the changing table he will fall off, so when I put him on the changing table he asks, "you'll make sure I don't fall into the laundry hamper?" For the record, he has never fallen into the laundry hamper.

The other night, dad got stung by a wasp. Kind hearted Stuart has been very concerned and is still asking if his owie is feeling better. After the sting he wanted to know: "Why did that bug bite you" and "I'm going to ask that bug why he did it." Of course I had to ask, "What do you think the bug will say" and he replied "Yes, the bug will say yes he did it."

This morning we (ie Stuart) decided to pretend to ride bikes, so Stuart put our helmets on and we all stood in his room moving our legs like we were riding a bike.

Where did my pants go?

What Stuart said to me when I went to get him up this morning. "Where did my pants go? Why did you take my pants?" He was wearing shorts. The poor kid just can't get the hang of shorts and short sleeves. Fortunately (or not) it was 90 today so he'll be getting a lot more practice wearing his summer clothes.

We officially have ourselves.....

a bike rider (a tricycle rider to be more specific). After many hours of practice Stuart has finally taken off, he can peddle all the way down the street by himself, while steering (i.e. not running into a tree or a neighbors yard), and he can even get over the bumps in the sidewalk. The unintended consquence is that now we need to run to keep up:)

And he also has a "pony". In the bathtub the other day I was doing funny things with his hair and gave him a pony tail using bubbles, well he decided he wanted to keep it in, he even asked if he could sleep in it. Days later he is still telling everyone he has a pony and that mama put it in.

The mystery of the dinosaur

Stuart woke up quite early this am, crying. So I went to get him and he was up and ready to go. When we asked him why he woke up so early he said his dinosaur fell on his head. He sleeps with a medium size dinosaur so it's certainly possible, but we will never know for sure.....

I turned them off

One way we get Stuart to listen - or at least stop what he's doing and pay attention to what we're telling him - is to tell him to turn his listening ears on. And he literally acts like he's turning them on, and of course we make a big deal out of it and he's doing a great job being a good listener, etc. etc. Well the other day I told him to turn his listening ears on, and he did. Then he looks at me, smiles, and says "I'm turning them off now." It took all I had not to laugh and thereby guarantee he would do it again. What a wonderfully sassy little two year old he is - sometimes we wonder if he's just too smart for his own good.

Another example - after eating dinner, I usually say go right into the bathroom to wash your hands and face, don't touch anything. Well the other day he was running his hand along the couch, and I reminded him not to touch anything, he explained that he was just touching it with his knuckles not his hand. I then explained that after eating dinner, your whole hands are dirty, including your knuckles. So now after dinner on our way to the bathroom to clean up, he says, "my knuckles are dirty too, why?"

The trajedy of hair twirling

I was awoken yesterday morning around 6am by a crying toddler. I rushed into his room to see what was wrong and he was sitting in his bed with his finger in his hair. When I asked him what was wrong, through the tears he explained, "my finger got stuck in my hair". Yes he had done so much twirling of his curly locks that his finger was stuck - very stuck. After some maneuvering I was able to release it without cutting any hair (I have resorted to cutting out the knots before). He was fine after that, but not interested in going back to sleep, oh well.

Order and Food

As I was telling a friend these stories the other day, I realized they should be posted. Stuart has two things that confirm he is our child, a sense of order to the world (from dad) and a complete love of food (from me).

1. We were walking into daycare the other day and he saw the shoes outside the infant classrom (you can't go in with shoes on), and he looks at them and says, "that's not right" and proceeds to turn a shoe around so it was pointing the same way as its mate.

2. When I pick Stuart up from school, he gets very excited and shouts "cinnamon bread after school" - okay he usually does say "momma" first (but not always), then the cinnamon bread, then the hugs. But food is clearly his first priority!

Why?

It has finally happened, this week started the why questions! For the past month or so we have gotten, what's that? I've quickly learned that's much easier to answer than why. Now conversations go something like this:

S: [looking at a picture in a book] What's that?
Me: A snail.
S: Why?

Not quite sure how to answer that one, and a response like "because that snail is going to school with little miss spider" only leads to another "why?" The truth is, I have no idea why miss spider or the snail are going to school, but don't tell :)

Shorts and short sleeves

It was scheduled to go up to 80 today (yes in MN) so I decided to dress Stuart in shorts for the first time in a while. He was pretty excited, but a bit confused. He was in his carseat this morning and I looked back and he was tugging on the bottom of his shorts, then he said, "pull my pants down." Yes he thought either I had put short pants on him or his pants had gotten pulled up in his carseat. I then explained that they were shorts and they were supposed to be um, short, and that we wear shorts to let our legs get some fresh air - he liked that explanation and proceeded to repeat that his legs were getting some air. He does the same thing with short sleeve shirts too. He'll wash his hands and say, pull my sleeves down, then laugh and say "I'm wearing short sleeves." This just serves as evidence that winters are too long around here - he forgets what shorts and short sleeves are - but that he is also a creature of habit, when we wash our hands we push our sleeves up and then pull them back down, even if we're wearing short sleeves :)

Name Game

First, Stuart has started spelling his name - "S - T - U - A - R - T spells me!" He has also been really into the name game. If you don't know what that is, check it out here - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Name_Game
He makes requests like, do Daddy next. But he also takes it upon himself to start it now. This morning he tried Mickey, it went something like this: Mickey mickey mo mickey fo fickey bo mickey MICKEY! And yesterday I said the word better for some reason and he belted out: Better better fo better mo metter better! Pretty amusing.

Big Boy Bed

We made the transition to a big boy bed this weekend - it's a toddler bed, essentially a crib with a lower front rail. All in all it went smoothly. We made a big production out of saying goodbye to the crib and taking the front off (it's a convertible crib) and putting the new rail on - it was very exciting. After "testing it out" Stuart declared "I love my new bed and Mickey loves it too." Mickey Mouse that is, his trusted sleeping companion. My concern was that he would start getting out if he woke up rather than staying in bed, but so far he has stayed put until we come to get him - hopefully that will continue! In keeping with the big boy theme we also put on big boy underwear - with the Thomas the Train - over his diaper. Needless to say he was beyond thrilled. He has been using the potty for a while now but we haven't pushed it because he didn't seem ready to really be potty trained, but I think we'll start encouraging it more. A big boy bed and big boy underwear - every little boy's dream!

In memory

Today would have been my grandmother's birthday. I've been thinking about her alot this week. Happy Birthday Grandma, we love you!

Decision time

Well I may very well be the worst blogger ever, so I have decided I am at a decision point, either get to the work of blogging or quit taking up virtual space. I will mull it over for a few days and let all my non-existent readers know of the outcome (or not know as the case may be).