Played: in the yard. Slept: in the car. Pee'd: in his potty, in the yard. Ate: in the bathtub.
Not too obvoious that the prevailing parenting m.o. is Whatever Works.
I have learned (and am learning) to go with the flow...
Tonite, he handed me a piece of bread that (honestly) had been on his table since lunch, said to me 'Here, take this. This is ancient.' Right.
He watched at least a dozen aircraft of one form or another (one containing his father) from helicoptor to jet take off/land at the airport today.
Everything issuing from the O. seems to by rhyming and in rapid succession and has an -inski or -ooski ending (chinski, penski, henski, whenski, dadooski, shoeski, mamooski, etc.)...some kind of latent Dr. Seuss influence? My personal favorite is nope-ski dope-ski.
When asked what he wanted to do for his birthday, he thought, then responded 'Take photos of Araya Berdinka and eat cupcakes.' Check.
This morning, successfully executed a couple of #1's, followed by a #2, in his potty, on his own, then again later (the former thankfully) in the yard. Almost has almost mastered the art of missing his feet.
Imagination is wild. He has a toy drill that is a 'donut gun' and he shoots donuts into your mouth. Somehow has tapped into my secret fantasies...
When 'sharing' a Mallard strawberry cone with him this afternoon, I was instructed, firmly, to 'lick, but don't bite, lick, but don't bite'. Yep. My kid.
2 comments:
What a wonderful little guy! I hope I get to meet him sooner or later!
And you shall. We are just a plane ride to this wonderful little part of the world, ms sopronyi and mi futon es su futon. Why don't you come camping with us this summer? On the coast. It's amazing. Bring that computer geek guy you hang out with.
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