Andrew is 39 1/4 inches tall and 39 months old. He's 35 pounds. He wears 4T clothes and size 10 shoes that are not wide.
I forgot to mention he stopped using a step for the toilet a couple of months ago. He can stand at a regular toilet now just fine.
His favorite color lately is red, so he says.
Wednesday morning, we were sitting at the table using the playdoh while daddy slept in. I tipped my head back on my chair and closed my eyes. "Mommy, are you okay??" he asked me in such a sweet gentle voice. "I'm just really sleepy and tired." Then he says, "I'll make you some food to make you feel better." Then he proceeded to make from his playdoh a piece of chicken. Then he made drops of honey to put on the chicken. The he rolled out some carrot sticks, peas, and spinach. Mmmm. Sounds like a good meal for a sick and tired Mama.
Wednesday afternoon, I come back to the couch and Andrew has neatly placed his leappad on a pillow next to where I was sitting. He said, "I'm using the bread presser machine."
"Oh, are you making some yummy bread?"
"No. Bread Presser."
"You're pressing bread?"
"Nooo.... blood presser."
"Blood pressure!"
"YES!" he said with a big smile and a look of relief on his face that I finally understood.
We took each other's blood pressure measurements. Then he wanted to take my temperature. So I stuck the stylus under my arm. He waited for a moment, "Beeeep" Then he held it close to his face. "Are you smelling it??" I asked him. He fell backwards laughing, "noooo! I'm not smelling it" and he kept laughing and nearly fell off the couch. He thought I was so silly.
Anyway, I took his temperature too, and then showed him how to test our blood sugar levels. I used the stylus to prick our finger and then squeeze out the blood into the earphone hole and wait for the beep on the machine. Aunt Eese risked catching our illness to come see us in the late afternoon. Andrew decided to be her doctor too while I was making dinner. She wasn't as fortunate with her blood sugar levels. He jabbed her in the leg with the stylus and told her he was putting sugar into her blood or bones.
We put on the movie Step Up Revolution that has a lot of hip-hop dancing in it with a Flash Mob. Watching Andrew study them and then try to imitate their moves - I loved it! He was actually pretty good at it too. I need to get him some dancing videos I guess. He loves music and he loves dancing.
Thursday daddy and Andrew were building "train tracks" out of blocks. I was just observing. Suddenly Andrew gasps with excitement and says "A heart!" He pulls a red wooden heart out of his block box and puts it to his chest and says, "I looove you" as he looks at me. I just smile and he says it again then says, "here, you try" and puts it to my chest. I pretended it thumped like a heartbeat and he said, "no, no. Just say 'I love you'"
Andrew has been begging for a violin lately. I dont even know anyone who has one locally. He said he needed to go to Meemaw and Bebops house so Bebop could show him how to play one and could tell him where to get one. (It's so much on his mind that he stopped his Thomas train at a house on his video game and said he was visiting Meemaw and Bebop!) Anyway, Thursday evening at dinner, Ted asked Andrew, "If mommy were a musical instrument - which instrument would she be?" He yelled, "A violin!!" Then I asked him which instrument he would be... "A violin!!" What instrument would daddy be? "Hmmm... a cello!" lol I told Ted that was probably appropriate since his voice is so deep when he's sick.
We play with playdoh nearly every day. He told me he needs an electric knife. One like Uncle Ed used at Bess' house. I rummaged through the drawer and found a white plastic tool that looks like a cross between a spatula and a knife. He uses that now as his electric knife to cut through the playdoh.
Friday he announced he wants new shoes. I know he takes off the tennis shoes he has whenever he can so I guess they're just not comfortable. We took him to Ross but there were only two pairs to choose from. One was too wide and the other he said hurt his heel. So we went to Kohls. There was a lot to choose from there and he liked several of them. We picked out a size 10 and a size 11 pair so that he'll have the next size up when his feet jump sizes again. Thankfully they were on sale and I had 20% off - so I got two pairs of shoes, originally priced between $35-40 each, for $29.67 total. Probably the most I've paid for his shoes so far, but hopefully they'll be comfortable and hold up well for him.
Friday, December 28, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Sickness
Monday the 17th, Andrew came home from school limping. His teachers told Ted that he had complained of his feet hurting and he told me himself too. I sat him on the couch and asked him to point to where it hurt - the back of his heel. So I gently took his socks off to find that he'd rubbed blisters on the back of his heels and they'd popped. Ted said they'd gone on a nature walk that day so I asked Andrew if he wore his shoes or his boots on the hike. Boots. So I think the boots are the problem. We put some bandaids on his blisters and are leaving shoes off for a couple of days.
He also came home coughing. So probably no school the rest of this week - and then he's out two weeks for winter break.
Almost 3am Tuesday morning I heard him get out of bed. When I opened my door to check, he was scampering to the bathroom and stopped to tell me he needed to pee. I'm so proud of him! I think this is the first night he's ever got up in the middle of the night to go.
I gave him some more cough medicine and a little bit of almond milk. I refilled his cup and put it back in the fridge so when he wakes me up in the morning saying he's thirsty - I can tell him to go get his cup out of the fridge himself and let me sleep. Instead, once I get settled back in bed, I hear his feet patter up and down the hallway, then I see lights go on and off. I send Ted to put him back to bed hoping I can fall back asleep. I hear Ted say, "but you already have a cup" and then I know exactly what happened. He went and got that cup of milk already! So, I got up again and took it away from him explaining that it's for breakfast time and now he needs to sleep. Then I couldn't fall asleep.
He has learned that he can blow on the back of his hand and make some pretty fun noises.
He announced the other day "My favorite truck is a fire engine. Weeooohweeeoooohweeeoo"
A year or two ago I bought a V-tech smile video game system at a consignment store. It was still a little over his head last year. Although he likes racing Donkey Kong and trying to play carnival games on the wii, most of the games are too challenging for him. This system is designed for his age group. It came with four games. His favorite one seems to be a Dora the Explorer game and he's getting really good at using the joystick and controls to get through each adventure where he has to identify patterns and problem solve a little bit.
Since he's got a cold (sneezing, runny nose and coughing), I let him watch videos and play his v-tech games most of wednesday morning. Then after a lunch of vegetables (he is refusing to eat meat lately) he took a 3 hour nap! This is the second day in a row he's slept for 3+ hours.
After nap, he spent a couple of hours playing with play-doh making lots of different things. He loved using the 'steam roller' rolling pin, a toy hammer, cookie cutters and a spatula. Lots of yummy things to eat, including pizza and a dragon roll.
While he was playing, apparently bedtime came up in discussion. He told daddy, "I don't have time to take a nap." So daddy asked if he had time to watch cartoons. "YES! I do have time to watch cartoons." Indeed.
Thursday he was feeling worse and feverish. We let him watch a little tv this morning, told him he had to eat 3 bites of yogurt and that's all he'd eat. I practically had to force his milk into him as we cuddled on the couch and watched Dora the Explorer episodes. (His favorite one is "the one with the treehouse and trucks" They have to call each type of truck to help them as Dora and Boots go along a path trying to rescue a stuck ice cream truck.)
In hopes of getting him to eat some lunch, I made Olive Garden's Chicken Gnocchi soup from scratch using things I had on hand. While I was making it, he played with toys and went around the house pretending to be Swiper (a fox who tries to swipe Dora's things) and playing with play doh. The soup tasted good but we still had to force him to eat some of it. We cuddled on the couch a little longer and then I put him down for nap.
About an hour into naptime, he woke up yelling for me. I ran in there and he's saying "Look mom!" and pointing. I asked him what I was looking at and he said Swiper was there trying to steal us. Aww.. his first nightmare. He was sweaty and burning up. I took his temp - 101.7. I explained to him again that Swiper is not real, Dora is not real - all the characters he is used to seeing on tv are not real. Mommy, Daddy, Flash, and Andrew - we're all real. Swiper can't come out of the tv - he is only on the tv and he can't hurt us. I laid him back down in bed and he went back to sleep.
Saturday: He's doing better. He still has a cough and the runny nose is not as bad. So I think he's on the upside of his cold now. He got a little grouchy and testy, but all of us are exhausted and easily frustrated today. He napped over three hours again. He still has no appetite. We got three bites of a souffle I made for breakfast into him, but other than that - it's been milk doctored with herbs, probiotics, veggie powder and protein powder.
He also came home coughing. So probably no school the rest of this week - and then he's out two weeks for winter break.
Almost 3am Tuesday morning I heard him get out of bed. When I opened my door to check, he was scampering to the bathroom and stopped to tell me he needed to pee. I'm so proud of him! I think this is the first night he's ever got up in the middle of the night to go.
I gave him some more cough medicine and a little bit of almond milk. I refilled his cup and put it back in the fridge so when he wakes me up in the morning saying he's thirsty - I can tell him to go get his cup out of the fridge himself and let me sleep. Instead, once I get settled back in bed, I hear his feet patter up and down the hallway, then I see lights go on and off. I send Ted to put him back to bed hoping I can fall back asleep. I hear Ted say, "but you already have a cup" and then I know exactly what happened. He went and got that cup of milk already! So, I got up again and took it away from him explaining that it's for breakfast time and now he needs to sleep. Then I couldn't fall asleep.
He has learned that he can blow on the back of his hand and make some pretty fun noises.
He announced the other day "My favorite truck is a fire engine. Weeooohweeeoooohweeeoo"
A year or two ago I bought a V-tech smile video game system at a consignment store. It was still a little over his head last year. Although he likes racing Donkey Kong and trying to play carnival games on the wii, most of the games are too challenging for him. This system is designed for his age group. It came with four games. His favorite one seems to be a Dora the Explorer game and he's getting really good at using the joystick and controls to get through each adventure where he has to identify patterns and problem solve a little bit.
Since he's got a cold (sneezing, runny nose and coughing), I let him watch videos and play his v-tech games most of wednesday morning. Then after a lunch of vegetables (he is refusing to eat meat lately) he took a 3 hour nap! This is the second day in a row he's slept for 3+ hours.
After nap, he spent a couple of hours playing with play-doh making lots of different things. He loved using the 'steam roller' rolling pin, a toy hammer, cookie cutters and a spatula. Lots of yummy things to eat, including pizza and a dragon roll.
While he was playing, apparently bedtime came up in discussion. He told daddy, "I don't have time to take a nap." So daddy asked if he had time to watch cartoons. "YES! I do have time to watch cartoons." Indeed.
Thursday he was feeling worse and feverish. We let him watch a little tv this morning, told him he had to eat 3 bites of yogurt and that's all he'd eat. I practically had to force his milk into him as we cuddled on the couch and watched Dora the Explorer episodes. (His favorite one is "the one with the treehouse and trucks" They have to call each type of truck to help them as Dora and Boots go along a path trying to rescue a stuck ice cream truck.)
In hopes of getting him to eat some lunch, I made Olive Garden's Chicken Gnocchi soup from scratch using things I had on hand. While I was making it, he played with toys and went around the house pretending to be Swiper (a fox who tries to swipe Dora's things) and playing with play doh. The soup tasted good but we still had to force him to eat some of it. We cuddled on the couch a little longer and then I put him down for nap.
About an hour into naptime, he woke up yelling for me. I ran in there and he's saying "Look mom!" and pointing. I asked him what I was looking at and he said Swiper was there trying to steal us. Aww.. his first nightmare. He was sweaty and burning up. I took his temp - 101.7. I explained to him again that Swiper is not real, Dora is not real - all the characters he is used to seeing on tv are not real. Mommy, Daddy, Flash, and Andrew - we're all real. Swiper can't come out of the tv - he is only on the tv and he can't hurt us. I laid him back down in bed and he went back to sleep.
Saturday: He's doing better. He still has a cough and the runny nose is not as bad. So I think he's on the upside of his cold now. He got a little grouchy and testy, but all of us are exhausted and easily frustrated today. He napped over three hours again. He still has no appetite. We got three bites of a souffle I made for breakfast into him, but other than that - it's been milk doctored with herbs, probiotics, veggie powder and protein powder.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Flipping Fun
Saturday night into Saturday morning, I was awake with really intense pain. Although I really wanted to be at the hospital at 2am, I was trying to hold off as long as possible so Ted and Andrew could sleep. I made it to 4am before having to wake them both up. Andrew was a little chatterbox at 4am and thankfully cooperative. He was amazing at the hospital. While I was getting checked in, he went and found a seat for himself in the empty waiting room. When Ted wheeled me to the waiting area, he leaped from his seat and said, "I'm coming" and he came and sat closer to me. He was never loud or crazy the entire time we were at the hospital. He was very polite and gentle, never complained, was obedient the entire time. He was a really good distraction for me. He of course got educated about the IV putting water into my veins, the blood pressure machine, and all the gadgets on the bed.
The only time he got nervous was when Ted set him up on the bed by my feet to play a game on the leap pad with him.... Andrew wanted off immediately. He was taking no chances of becoming a patient.
After lunch at home, he only slept for about 30-40 minutes and then Joy came and took him for the rest of the day so I could have quiet and be able to rest better. He of course enjoyed that. Long day for him though... only now getting ready to climb in bed and it's 8:18pm. Joy told me that he really enjoyed racing Barry down the hill and at one point did somersaults all the way down the hill too!
Tuesday morning Joy came to pick Andrew up and take him to school for me. We told Andrew he'd have to tell Joy how to get to school and he said, "You just take Peytonsville Trinity Road to Arno road and the school is Spring Hollow."
Wednesday, I told him Nana was coming for a chiropractor visit. He said, "But I don't have to lay on the table." I assured him he didn't. Then I said maybe we could eat lunch at Olive Garden with her. He said, "I want a gnocci cheese sandwich, a breadstick, some noodles, and.. and a menu." All he usually wants is the Chicken Gnocchi soup - he loves the gnocchis.
Nana came and took us to gymnastics since I still can't drive. Andrew enjoyed having her there and would occasionally yell out, "Hi Nana!! Hi Mommy!!" Today was the first time he went across the higher balance beams all by himself with no one standing next to him to help!! I was so excited that when he jumped off the end I stood up and cheered really loudly. Then they set up a big block with a two-handled rope swing for the kids to jump off and fall into the soft block pit. I was amazed he even tried it since he was scared of a rope swing a few weeks ago. The first time the teacher kept hold of him and told him when to drop. The second time he did it on his own but dropped a tad early and bounced his bum on a soft pad first. I can't recall if he did it successfully a third time or decided not to do it a third time.
Wednesday evening when Ted got home, Andrew went up to him and asked, "What's up dad?" That's the first time he's ever greeted anyone that way.
Then Andrew got on the bed and started showing daddy his flips. Ted showed him how to do a front flip without using his hands... and he DID it!! He couldn't consistently do it and did land on his head a couple of times. Good thing he was on the soft mattress!
The only time he got nervous was when Ted set him up on the bed by my feet to play a game on the leap pad with him.... Andrew wanted off immediately. He was taking no chances of becoming a patient.
After lunch at home, he only slept for about 30-40 minutes and then Joy came and took him for the rest of the day so I could have quiet and be able to rest better. He of course enjoyed that. Long day for him though... only now getting ready to climb in bed and it's 8:18pm. Joy told me that he really enjoyed racing Barry down the hill and at one point did somersaults all the way down the hill too!
Tuesday morning Joy came to pick Andrew up and take him to school for me. We told Andrew he'd have to tell Joy how to get to school and he said, "You just take Peytonsville Trinity Road to Arno road and the school is Spring Hollow."
Wednesday, I told him Nana was coming for a chiropractor visit. He said, "But I don't have to lay on the table." I assured him he didn't. Then I said maybe we could eat lunch at Olive Garden with her. He said, "I want a gnocci cheese sandwich, a breadstick, some noodles, and.. and a menu." All he usually wants is the Chicken Gnocchi soup - he loves the gnocchis.
Nana came and took us to gymnastics since I still can't drive. Andrew enjoyed having her there and would occasionally yell out, "Hi Nana!! Hi Mommy!!" Today was the first time he went across the higher balance beams all by himself with no one standing next to him to help!! I was so excited that when he jumped off the end I stood up and cheered really loudly. Then they set up a big block with a two-handled rope swing for the kids to jump off and fall into the soft block pit. I was amazed he even tried it since he was scared of a rope swing a few weeks ago. The first time the teacher kept hold of him and told him when to drop. The second time he did it on his own but dropped a tad early and bounced his bum on a soft pad first. I can't recall if he did it successfully a third time or decided not to do it a third time.
Wednesday evening when Ted got home, Andrew went up to him and asked, "What's up dad?" That's the first time he's ever greeted anyone that way.
Then Andrew got on the bed and started showing daddy his flips. Ted showed him how to do a front flip without using his hands... and he DID it!! He couldn't consistently do it and did land on his head a couple of times. Good thing he was on the soft mattress!
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Lots of Play
Andrew has discovered word searches. He can find the words that go across, and he is getting better at finding the words that go down. He has a hard time seeing the diagonal ones. Wednesday evening he was sitting at his table doing one on his own and then got up and said, "I can't do this." He peered over the kitchen counter at me and said,"Sorry Darlin'." Of course I chuckled and asked him if he just said, "Sorry Darlin" and he got a big smile on his face and giggled. Now he thinks it's really funny and is repeating it.
He also made a pretty good effort of trying to use the copy machine by himself. He tried to copy one of his workbook pages, but instead accidentally copied the cover of the book because he had it upside down. And not quite all the way over so it was really only half of the cover. Good effort.
Thursday morning I had a quick photoshoot of an author and Andrew had to tag along. It was at Rippavilla Plantation. Andrew asked me about it all morning and then asked if he could use his camera to take photos too. I said sure, but instead of getting his camera, I grabbed my non-pro camera and a spare tripod. We got there a little early so I set the camera up for him on a tripod and showed him how to take photos. Then we ran around a bit while we waited for the author to show up. One of his favorite games was to go up the steps, and then run down the ramp that wrapped around some huge bushes. He'd see me and yell, "Mommy!!" and I'd squat down and open my arms and he'd run into them as I scooped him up and twirled around. Over and over again!
Once the author arrived, he got his camera ready and started shooting. He'd peek out from behind his lens and say, "Now smile!!" (and no, I did not say that so it was cute when he did it) And every time I picked up my own tripod and moved to a different angle, he did the same thing. I'd say he was my little shadow, except that it was overcast. ;-) He got some really nice photos of the columns on the front of the house, some of the bushes, and a few with the author sitting on the steps. One of the back of me. He really enjoyed it and was very well behaved the entire time.
He LOVES doing somersaults. Sometimes he'll get a running start and do one or two somersaults. Other times it's off the couch. Other times he jumps on the trampoline, jumps off, somersaults, leaps up and jumps onto the couch. He makes his own obstacle course sometimes too, things to jump over, crawl through, roll, etc. So far he hasn't injured himself.
He asks me sometimes if we have any "smarshmallows"
Fred Arnold imitates The Count from Sesame Street and Andrew loves it (even though he's never watched Sesame Street and has no clue who the Count is) Now daddy and Andrew do their own imitation of Fred as they are getting ready for bed. One night, Andrew was imitating the count and realized how bad an imitation it was and let out a sigh, looked down and said, "oh forget it."
Friday morning I was feeling pretty rough. He was up at 6:20am and I begged him to let me sleep at least until 7. He came in again to tell me he was thirsty. I told him there was a cup in the bottom of the fridge he can get himself and when he finishes it - he can get water. He didn't like that idea but consented. Soon he was back again for something else. I begged him again to let me sleep so I could feel better, and that I would open the door when I got up. In the meantime - to find something else to do. Instead.. he closed my door quietly, but found noisy things to do outside my door. Then he started knocking on the door, "Mommy, are you going to open the door? Mommy, are you going to open the door? ayeayeaye.
Friday evening, Ted and Andrew played Hide-and-Seek for a while. Andrew's not very good at it, but getting better. He gives himself away by giggling, thumping, or just announcing "I'm in here!" when he hears Ted coming. He's not very good at seeking either. He'll walk into a room and look around - but he doesn't open doors, or look in and under things to find you. Not much anyway. The hardest one was when Ted hid in my closet. Andrew could hear "clues" through the walls and wondered if daddy was in the ceiling or in the walls. As soon as I asked him if he'd checked my closet, he peeked under my dresses and shouted, "I FOUND YOU! Daddy I found you!" Ted hid in the bathtub once and it took forever for Andrew to find him, even with me telling him he's in the bathroom. He kept finding other things to occupy him and I'd have to remind him that daddy was still waiting for him to find him. Right after finding daddy, he finally got burned out on the game and burst into tears and said he didn't want to play anymore, as if we were forcing him to play.
Saturday morning was the first time I really sat down to play the game "Feed the Woozle" with him. There are several different ways to play - but the idea is that you use this oversized spoon to scoop up the food pieces and put them in the monster's mouth. The way Andrew wanted to play was for us to say, "Red Rover Red Rover send ___(red a food piece)__ over" as we took turns choosing what the other person would feed the Woozle. It was nauseating to read some of the crazy foods. "Fuzzy donut" "Hairy pickle" "Toenail toast" "Frog leg ice cream" "soggy sausage" "liverwurst popcicle" But he had a blast seeing me cringe at each of them and exaggerate how "eww" they all were.
I also let Andrew take the camera from Thursday off the Tripod and carry it around. I had to shorten the neckstrap by tying a rubberband around it to lessen the risk of him dropping the camera. I ended up putting a kit lens on it that was lighter. He walked around the house taking random pictures. It was fun seeing things from his perspective. He's a little trigger happy.
He really enjoys being a wheel barrow too. We've been doing that a lot lately and he's really good at it. Now, when he's gone as far as he wants to go, he turns it into a somersault and flips over.
Saturday afternoon he set up a big cardboard box and told me it was his kitchen. I asked him what he was going to make and he said, "veggie strawberries." They were delicious! He gave me ten!
He also made a pretty good effort of trying to use the copy machine by himself. He tried to copy one of his workbook pages, but instead accidentally copied the cover of the book because he had it upside down. And not quite all the way over so it was really only half of the cover. Good effort.
Thursday morning I had a quick photoshoot of an author and Andrew had to tag along. It was at Rippavilla Plantation. Andrew asked me about it all morning and then asked if he could use his camera to take photos too. I said sure, but instead of getting his camera, I grabbed my non-pro camera and a spare tripod. We got there a little early so I set the camera up for him on a tripod and showed him how to take photos. Then we ran around a bit while we waited for the author to show up. One of his favorite games was to go up the steps, and then run down the ramp that wrapped around some huge bushes. He'd see me and yell, "Mommy!!" and I'd squat down and open my arms and he'd run into them as I scooped him up and twirled around. Over and over again!
Once the author arrived, he got his camera ready and started shooting. He'd peek out from behind his lens and say, "Now smile!!" (and no, I did not say that so it was cute when he did it) And every time I picked up my own tripod and moved to a different angle, he did the same thing. I'd say he was my little shadow, except that it was overcast. ;-) He got some really nice photos of the columns on the front of the house, some of the bushes, and a few with the author sitting on the steps. One of the back of me. He really enjoyed it and was very well behaved the entire time.
He LOVES doing somersaults. Sometimes he'll get a running start and do one or two somersaults. Other times it's off the couch. Other times he jumps on the trampoline, jumps off, somersaults, leaps up and jumps onto the couch. He makes his own obstacle course sometimes too, things to jump over, crawl through, roll, etc. So far he hasn't injured himself.
He asks me sometimes if we have any "smarshmallows"
Fred Arnold imitates The Count from Sesame Street and Andrew loves it (even though he's never watched Sesame Street and has no clue who the Count is) Now daddy and Andrew do their own imitation of Fred as they are getting ready for bed. One night, Andrew was imitating the count and realized how bad an imitation it was and let out a sigh, looked down and said, "oh forget it."
Friday morning I was feeling pretty rough. He was up at 6:20am and I begged him to let me sleep at least until 7. He came in again to tell me he was thirsty. I told him there was a cup in the bottom of the fridge he can get himself and when he finishes it - he can get water. He didn't like that idea but consented. Soon he was back again for something else. I begged him again to let me sleep so I could feel better, and that I would open the door when I got up. In the meantime - to find something else to do. Instead.. he closed my door quietly, but found noisy things to do outside my door. Then he started knocking on the door, "Mommy, are you going to open the door? Mommy, are you going to open the door? ayeayeaye.
Friday evening, Ted and Andrew played Hide-and-Seek for a while. Andrew's not very good at it, but getting better. He gives himself away by giggling, thumping, or just announcing "I'm in here!" when he hears Ted coming. He's not very good at seeking either. He'll walk into a room and look around - but he doesn't open doors, or look in and under things to find you. Not much anyway. The hardest one was when Ted hid in my closet. Andrew could hear "clues" through the walls and wondered if daddy was in the ceiling or in the walls. As soon as I asked him if he'd checked my closet, he peeked under my dresses and shouted, "I FOUND YOU! Daddy I found you!" Ted hid in the bathtub once and it took forever for Andrew to find him, even with me telling him he's in the bathroom. He kept finding other things to occupy him and I'd have to remind him that daddy was still waiting for him to find him. Right after finding daddy, he finally got burned out on the game and burst into tears and said he didn't want to play anymore, as if we were forcing him to play.
Saturday morning was the first time I really sat down to play the game "Feed the Woozle" with him. There are several different ways to play - but the idea is that you use this oversized spoon to scoop up the food pieces and put them in the monster's mouth. The way Andrew wanted to play was for us to say, "Red Rover Red Rover send ___(red a food piece)__ over" as we took turns choosing what the other person would feed the Woozle. It was nauseating to read some of the crazy foods. "Fuzzy donut" "Hairy pickle" "Toenail toast" "Frog leg ice cream" "soggy sausage" "liverwurst popcicle" But he had a blast seeing me cringe at each of them and exaggerate how "eww" they all were.
I also let Andrew take the camera from Thursday off the Tripod and carry it around. I had to shorten the neckstrap by tying a rubberband around it to lessen the risk of him dropping the camera. I ended up putting a kit lens on it that was lighter. He walked around the house taking random pictures. It was fun seeing things from his perspective. He's a little trigger happy.
He really enjoys being a wheel barrow too. We've been doing that a lot lately and he's really good at it. Now, when he's gone as far as he wants to go, he turns it into a somersault and flips over.
Saturday afternoon he set up a big cardboard box and told me it was his kitchen. I asked him what he was going to make and he said, "veggie strawberries." They were delicious! He gave me ten!
Sunday, December 2, 2012
"I'm gonna be a little pig."
"Can I have one cookie?"
"After dinner."
"Can I have two cookies?"
"After dinner."
big smile on his face, "Can I have TEN cookies?!"
with a big smile on my face, "Uhm... no."
We recently had dinner at Grandma Bess' house and got to meet a cousin from San Francisco. McKenna is six months older than Andrew, about the same size, and a full head of dark hair. Both of them are super smart and understand things that are way past their years. Andrew enjoyed having a playmate before and after dinner, though McKenna was a bit more aggressive than Andrew is used to. I was proud of Andrew, though. Every time he got hit, tackled, chased, or yelled at - he did not respond in the same manner. He'd just look at one of us wondering why it was happening, or come to us to get away from it.
Andrew was in his room using the microphone on his keyboard. I didn't get to hear everything but overheard him thanking God for the planets and animals and food, etc. Then he says, "Is God surprised? No. He is not surprised. This is ridiculous." ?? I'd love to know what's going on in that head.
I ordered some marshmallows online that don't contain food coloring so that we could make some s'mores. They were due to arrive Monday. So when I went to pick him up from school, I told him that we'd have a special treat after dinner. Of course, he didn't know what marshmallows were - but he was excited to find out! We got home and played outside for a while. Then the UPS truck pulled into our driveway. Andrew went running up to the man, "Do you have any marshmallows?" The guy looked at him, "Do I have what??" Of course I then had to explain that he was in fact delivering marshmallows to us and they were well anticipated.
He loved eating a couple of marshmallows straight - they tasted better than the kind you find in stores. I thought he'd love the smores because he loves chocolate. What I forgot, was that he hates having dirty fingers when he's eating. He wouldn't finish his smore because he didn't like getting the goo on his hands.
He prefers being barefoot whenever allowed. I told him we were invited to the Lafferty's house for dinner one evening. He asked, "Can I take off my shoes when we get there?" "Yes" "Can I take off my socks too?" "Yes" "Thank you."
We went out to dinner Friday evening. The waitress took our drink order and when she came back Andrew told her, "I missed you!!" She was of course tickled. He ordered his soup and she told him she'd bring him some yummy grapes too. He said, "Oh are they so tasty and delicious?" We all chuckled. His cuteness got him a free dinner though.
December 1st. Saturday afternoon, we skipped naps and went to Pinkerton Park in Franklin with Joy, Barry and Brice. He loved running all through the castle playground, swinging, and playing frisbee. Then we took a walk along the trail to the bridge and the overlook. Halfway up he started getting slower and slower and then asked, "can we go back to the playground?" We kept going and there was a beautiful clearing where he got to run, bang sticks on a stump, climb up and down trenches (and slide down trenches). Then we found a little stage where he became the big bad wolf and we all had to be the little pigs running from house to house. (He told us "run to Brice's house" "run to daddy's house!") Daddy's house was the brick house so none of us ran away. We asked him what he's going to do now since the house didn't blow down. He hardly hesitated and jumped off the stage and mumbled, "i'm gonna be a little pig" as he came and sat next to me.
"After dinner."
"Can I have two cookies?"
"After dinner."
big smile on his face, "Can I have TEN cookies?!"
with a big smile on my face, "Uhm... no."
We recently had dinner at Grandma Bess' house and got to meet a cousin from San Francisco. McKenna is six months older than Andrew, about the same size, and a full head of dark hair. Both of them are super smart and understand things that are way past their years. Andrew enjoyed having a playmate before and after dinner, though McKenna was a bit more aggressive than Andrew is used to. I was proud of Andrew, though. Every time he got hit, tackled, chased, or yelled at - he did not respond in the same manner. He'd just look at one of us wondering why it was happening, or come to us to get away from it.
Andrew was in his room using the microphone on his keyboard. I didn't get to hear everything but overheard him thanking God for the planets and animals and food, etc. Then he says, "Is God surprised? No. He is not surprised. This is ridiculous." ?? I'd love to know what's going on in that head.
I ordered some marshmallows online that don't contain food coloring so that we could make some s'mores. They were due to arrive Monday. So when I went to pick him up from school, I told him that we'd have a special treat after dinner. Of course, he didn't know what marshmallows were - but he was excited to find out! We got home and played outside for a while. Then the UPS truck pulled into our driveway. Andrew went running up to the man, "Do you have any marshmallows?" The guy looked at him, "Do I have what??" Of course I then had to explain that he was in fact delivering marshmallows to us and they were well anticipated.
He loved eating a couple of marshmallows straight - they tasted better than the kind you find in stores. I thought he'd love the smores because he loves chocolate. What I forgot, was that he hates having dirty fingers when he's eating. He wouldn't finish his smore because he didn't like getting the goo on his hands.
He prefers being barefoot whenever allowed. I told him we were invited to the Lafferty's house for dinner one evening. He asked, "Can I take off my shoes when we get there?" "Yes" "Can I take off my socks too?" "Yes" "Thank you."
We went out to dinner Friday evening. The waitress took our drink order and when she came back Andrew told her, "I missed you!!" She was of course tickled. He ordered his soup and she told him she'd bring him some yummy grapes too. He said, "Oh are they so tasty and delicious?" We all chuckled. His cuteness got him a free dinner though.
December 1st. Saturday afternoon, we skipped naps and went to Pinkerton Park in Franklin with Joy, Barry and Brice. He loved running all through the castle playground, swinging, and playing frisbee. Then we took a walk along the trail to the bridge and the overlook. Halfway up he started getting slower and slower and then asked, "can we go back to the playground?" We kept going and there was a beautiful clearing where he got to run, bang sticks on a stump, climb up and down trenches (and slide down trenches). Then we found a little stage where he became the big bad wolf and we all had to be the little pigs running from house to house. (He told us "run to Brice's house" "run to daddy's house!") Daddy's house was the brick house so none of us ran away. We asked him what he's going to do now since the house didn't blow down. He hardly hesitated and jumped off the stage and mumbled, "i'm gonna be a little pig" as he came and sat next to me.
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