My favorite part of other people’s blogs is always the funny things their kids say. Up till now I haven’t had anything to write about our kids, because all the funny stuff required too much translation from Andrew Language to English, and I am the only certified translator. Lately though, Andrew says the funniest things.
One day during lunch, I had said Andrew could have some chips if he ate some real food and told him to eat all the apple I gave him. He sat in his high chair eating and watching a movie, until a whole 2 hours later Andrew calls to me in the kitchen,”Oh, mommy. I finish my appult. Need some chips now.”
He also is confused between some signals his body send him.
Andrew (in a small voice in high chair, after watching a movie): Mommy, I’m (mumble mumble)
Mommy: You’re what? Are you all done?
A: No, getting cold.
M: Oh, do you need a sweatshirt?
A: Huh uh, need to pee outside!
Andrew has become a super polite guy. He always is appreciative of the work we do for him. After Scott finished weedwacking the back yard yesterday…
Andrew: Daddy, you done cutting the dass?
Daddy: Huh? Oh, yeah buddy.
A (exclaims): Oh, Good job Daddy!
(Mommy gets this a lot after finishing cleaning the kitchen or doing the dishes or whatever else. He also exclaims, “Oh, tank choo mommy,” when I give him something that he wanted.)
As Scott and I were cooking dinner the other night, we look over to Elira sitting in her high chair to see Andrew holding her arms in a crossed position. She didn’t mind, but Scott asked, “What are you doing Andrew?” To which he replied very matter of factly, “I putting Ellie in time out for throwing her bagel on the floor.” At this point Ellie thought, “Oh, that’s what’s going on? I’m mad now.” We had a hard time not laughing in front of Andrew, but I kept giggling about it for hours.
I just keep sneezing.
While playing at a friend’s house the other day, Andrew learned about spray bottles. He learned how to pretend to clean things, squirt it in people’s faces (the girls didn’t like that part), and to drink out of it.
Then the next night, he snuck out of bed. He sometimes does this, but we almost always hear him and just put him back in. This time I didn’t hear him until 30 minutes later. He had gotten one of my body sprays and sprayed it a bunch in our bedroom, and into his mouth (he said that it tasted yucky).
At first I just had to stifle a laugh and tell him not to, and I sent him back to bed. Later, I realized the larger problem.
After Scott and I went to bed, I began to feel a ton of pressure in my sinuses. After about an hour I couldn’t stand it, so I slept downstairs on the couch. It turns out that I must be allergic to this particular body spray, because also whenever I wear it I have to hold my breath while the mist of it is still in the air or else it makes me cough a little and tickles my throat. Now I’ve been having allergy problems since then.
It was really cute to see him trying to play new games at home, but I doubt he’s liked my grouchy, sneezy-ness since then.
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Andrew’s been growing up so fast. Just this week he’s learned some new things that really open up a new era for us.
- Potty Training: We’ve just started letting Andrew try using the toilet, so he can test it out. My question is, what do you do when your little boy’s stream doesn’t come straight out like it should, but instead comes out shooting up at a 45 degree angle? I’m thinking Lysol wipes!
- “All Done”: Andrew can climb out of his bed now and can skip a nap. He comes walking down the stairs and calmly informs me that he’s “all done.” Last night he got out of his bed when we put him down for the night too. I think he smelled the cookies Scott and I were enjoying by ourselves.
- “Watch”: The little guy just learned this word yesterday, and has already said it 100 times. I guess we can look forward to his endless gymnastics and daredevil tricks, being always commanded to “Mommy, Daddy watch!”
So, I’m just a little nervous for all this craziness.
Oh, I think we should add a number 4: Zana and Elira can climb stairs.
At some point Andrew started calling dogs “woofs,” which over time has turned into something close to “fwoof.” He loves to watch his Clifford’s Puppy Days DVD, which he calls “baby fwoof”, so we hear this about 50 times a day: Continue reading ‘Baby Fwoof’
