Rayndrop
I have my Munchkin up in his highchair painting me a pretty picture. He actually uses paints, a paintbrush, and a cup of water now, he is growing up so dang fast. Of course as I was typing the previous sentence he dipped his paintbrush in water, promptly stuck the brush in his mouth and sucked the water off. Then he picked up his water cup and gave it a little shake so that the water spilled on his paper. The other day we were reading a book together with a rocket in it. He pointed at the picture and said "Ernie's in space". I pointed at the rocket and said "what's this?". He replied that it was space. So we are now learning the difference between space, sky, and a rocket. I've taught him to use his words when he's frustrated, his favorite cry of frustration is "Oh no! This is killing me!" I never knew I said that, but apparently I do. He is learning to help me pick up his toys which has been cause for a time out or two. He has been able to open his bedroom door and escape for a few months now so bed time at night is always a little bit of a process. Now he has also learned to carry his little piano stool to under the light switch and turn his light on. This means that instead of escaping his room at night he turns on his light and plays in his room. He loves reading books and after I have read him a story he takes the book from me and reads it back to me page by page, often word for word. He knows what an excavator, elevator, and escalator are. He was looking at pictures with Jello when he pointed at a Christmas tree and said "Dada is that a present tree". I stole a little trick from Amber many moons ago, when he is having trouble sleeping we name all of his friends and loved ones and say "Jack is going night night, Amber is going night, night, Papa is going night night" and for some reason this little trick calms him down. One night as we were reciting all of the names of people we love he said "Mama, where is Grandpa Wendall's bed"? I explained that Grandpa Wendall has a bed with Nana in Virginia. He counts to ten with ease and to fifteen with a little help. Eleven is obviously "eleventeen". He knows almost all the colors although he often confuses purple and blue. He hates having his diaper changed but his interest in going on the potty is sporadic. He loves climbing rocks and roaring like a lion or dinosaur. Balloons rock his world, and sadly scare the crap out of our dog, who likes to seek for refuge between my legs. He loves chips, pickles, and pancakes. He takes me literally in everything I say. When I told him to "pick up his feet" he lifted one foot and then looked quizzically at the other. When I told him to "hold his horses" he informed me that he didn't have any horses. He loves the rain, which is only appropriate given that he is a water sign and has a water name. This summer we ran outside barefoot for every rain storm. We danced in the rain and splashed in every puddle we could find amongst much giggling. When it rains he proclaims "Mama, I love the rain!" So do I Darling boy.