My sweet little boy said "no" to his daddy for the first time the other day. Every morning, he throws all of his stuffed animals out of his crib. Bobby picks him up, sets him on the floor, and he puts his stuffed animals back in the crib. It's one of his many rituals.
Until one morning, when X said, "no!" and ran out of the room. Stunned, we listened to his feet patter to the kitchen.
"Momo? Momo?"
"You can have your milk when you put your toys away."
X ran back into the room and hurled himself onto the pile of stuffed animals in anguish. The terrible twos are here.
Reading
One of the most delightful aspects of X's burgeoning maturity is his ability to "read" his own stories. He can tell me portions of several of his books. My favorite, hands down, is Clifford's Bedtime. He uses his own words instead of the "proper" ones, which is really sweet and shows me that he knows what is happening on the page. We read this one almost every night.
"Clifford's not ready for bed. He needs...?"
"Beaw!"
"He needs his bear! He needs...?"
"Beebee!"
"He needs his blankie! He needs...?"
"Momo." (Momo is usually spoken solemnly. It is serious business.)
"He needs a drink of water."
Death by Singing
X loves songs, particularly ones that he has heard several times before. I made the mistake of singing "Old Mac Donald" but giving the man an airplane. X made me sing that verse over and over. Now, the only animals that Mac Donald is allowed to have are an airplane, a helicopter, a bus, a truck, and a motorcycle.
His little mind has grown so much over the past few months.
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| We hiked to Makapu'u Lookout on Discoverer's Day. You can see Molokai from there. |
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| My hiking buddy |
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| Beautiful blue-green water |
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| The view from Kaneohe Friendship Garden. You could actually see Molokai on the other side, but I covered the camera with my thumb. |
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