He is such a talker and says the best stuff these days. He saw Cashew crawling into the kitchen the other day and said, "He's crawling like a dinosaur." My other favorite thing from him is his new fetish with calling us silly:
"No, I want chocolate milk, silly."
"It's over there, silly."
"I don't go to bed, silly."
Maybe I say this to him more often then I think. He is getting really good at saying things in context too. Should I be scared? Yes I believe I should.
Other favorite quotes in recent days:
"I need to get in there," said in reference to the lower kitchen cabinets.
"I saved the day Mama!", after finishing an episode of SuperWhy.
"I go bouncing then fly on airplane? Ok. Yeah, sure!" This is him giving himself permission to do what he wishes, without waiting for my response.
"Play Ants in the Pants?", asked to everyone who enters our home this past week...and no one knows that this is a real Milton Bradley game which makes the adults quizzical looks that much better.
"WE'RE DONE!", said exasperatedly and loud enough for the whole congregation to hear immediately following the closing prayer at church.
"I hold you." This is one of my particular favorites that I may have mentioned in an earlier post. This is how he asks to be picked up. I always make sure to act as though he is going to hold me first, "NO MAMA! NO MAMA! I hold you, PWEASE!" So I pick him up and chuckle. Every time.
And let it be noted here. He has officially hit the, I want to do it myself stage, and makes sure we darn well know it...before he hurries over and asks, "Mommy do it?".
Well Peanut also is a bit clumsy and had a down right rough day a couple Sunday's ago on the injury front. He fell over while standing still in the bathroom watching me put on make-up. I'm not sure if he slipped on his blankie, or the bath water he so kindly distributed over the floor, but no matter how, he fell forward crashing face first into the cabinet under the sink and splitting the inside of his lip open when the knob came in contact with his teeth through his bottom lip. And of course the first thing he did when I picked him up was wipe his bloody, tear stained face all along my shirt to burrow into my shoulder. That stain will hopefully remind me that that shoulder provides comfort.
Well my friends the day had only begun. We kept him out of Sunday School since he had had a cough and runny nose for the past few days. So at this point we're at a bloody lip and a permanent runny nose. But that is not enough. He somehow gashed his chin open while jumping on our front porch step and again crash landing on his face. The permanent whining switch was now turned on and we spent the rest of the evening replacing band-aids and reapplying Neosporin. And I took a little video. But of course it won't upload. That camera is such a silly ;).
