Of course you do. So let me share some kid moments. This week it’s Nicholas’ turn.
This week his preschool took a field trip to Hy Vee, and then to DQ. (Lucky kiddos.) “What kind of ice cream did you have?” I asked. “Twawkwet,” he said.
His lack of “r”‘s is pretty stinking cute, but he doesn’t recognize the difference between what he says and what we say…nor does he appreciate having it pointed out. “Mommy, can you open the doy?” he asked.
“Open the doy?” I repeated, smiling.
“No! Open the doy,” he said firmly. “Stop it, Mommy!”
The night before Halloween, we were looking for his tool belt to complete his Bob the Builder costume for Halloween. That tool belt is one of those items that is so well-loved that it often vanishes completely for long stretches of time. So while Christian taught piano and I did dishes, chatting intermittently with the student’s mother, I sent the boys to pull their Halloween costumes together. “Where’s your tool belt, Nicholas?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said, after walking in circles around the living room (last known whereabouts of the tool belt) for about two seconds. “Maybe Bwandon’s mom is sitting on it.”
Speaking of adorable mispronunciations, he asks me regularly for “macanoni” for lunch.
How he processes babies is just hilarious. For months, when I said Michael was hungry, he would race to give me the Boppy. Lately, as the main-floor Boppy has languished unused, he instead plops down on the floor and puts it around his belly. “Mommy I gonna nuss the baby,” he says. I remembered this a moment ago because he was sitting in the living room playing with a miniature pumpkin he painted bright blue at school today. He was pretending it was a baby in his tummy. He was cooing to it and calling it a “cute baby.” And telling me he was about to have it cut out of his belly. (Ah, the legacy of C sections…)
Alex and Nicholas love to play together. Nicholas is still in that starry-eyed stage where he doesn’t care, he’s willing to be bossed around as long as Big Brother lets him play. He seems completely oblivious to things like winning and losing. “I have a five,” Nicholas says in the middle of Crazy 8.
“Don’t tell me your cards, Nicholas.”
“But I have a five.”
“Stop showing me your card!” Alex forcibly turns Nicholas’ hand around so he’s not baring his soul to his competitor.
“Five. Five. Wight heew.” He turns it around to show me, on the other side of the kitchen, instead. “See? Five.”
“NICK! A! LIS! STOP! SHOWING! ME! YOUR! CARDS!”
“Five,” Nicholas says.
Then there’s the newfound awareness of stalling at bedtime. “But Mommy I need a dwink,” he says when I tell him to lie down.
We get a drink. “Get in bed now,” I say.
“But I want a book.”
“We already read a book. Get in bed.”
He hops in bed, lies down, lets me hug and kiss him, and as I turn away he pitches his voice upward. “But maybe I gonna frow up,” he says.
We now return you to your regular (election) programming.
I just LOVE that boy!!!
I thought you’d get a kick out of this post. 🙂
So cute! Reece is starting to get there and it’s so fun (in between the every 30 minutes tantrums)
This is why I miss little children:)
Too cute! For the longest time, my brother Brad couldn’t say “M”, so he called our mom “Nonny”. It was such a sad day when his speech therapist started to correct him!
So flippin’ sweet!!! Love the Frow up comment….apparently it’s universal 😉
LOL Whenever my toddlers don’t get their way, they’re gonna Grow Up…
“Mommy, I’m gonna Grow Up!”
“Of course you are. Everyone grows up and gets big.”
“Noooo, I’m gonna get sick and grow up.”
That is funny!
This had me giggling, and thinking of things my (now grown) kids used to say. I especially loved the one where Nicholas finalized the discussion with “five.” And. got. the. last. word. by. golly.
This is far more interesting that politics.
LOL! Thanks, and I agree. The other day when all the pundits were bewailing the disruption in campaigning and polling because people just weren’t paying attention, I couldn’t help thinking, Duh, maybe that should tell you something about the relative importance of all this stuff! 😉
And be honest, was your husband just a *little* thankful for the legacy of c sections in this context? 😉
Luckily, he has a good sense of humor. 🙂
Thanks so much for the great laughs.
Patrick’s “awrs” for Rs were cute as all get-out too – until he was 6 and they required 2+ years of weekly speech therapy to correct. Rs are the hardest speech issue to correct. I purposely didn’t correct him because I hate when the baby talk phase ends, but if you have ways of coaxing him into correcting it gradually, I strongly suggest starting (unfortunately).
I’ve been wondering at what point I need to do that. 🙂