Food Baby

Tonight we were at a big-box store we usually avoid. I was pushing him in the cart and he was looking around a little wild-eyed. I said to him, “There’s a lot to look at here, isn’t there?” He looked at me, all serious, and said, “There’s LOTS of people here! It’s crazy!” I giggled a little, and he looked highly offended. “Don’t laugh, Mama! Don’t… laugh!!!” … which of course, made it a bit harder not to laugh.

More speech examples:

• “Mama, this store has band-aids! We have band-aids at home also.” (the way he says the word “also” is super-cute. The fact that he says it is even cuter.
• Petulantly: “I’m not going to like that.”  (said about many things)
• If he says something like “my knee is hurt”, and I ask why, he always answers, “Because it is hurt!”

Despite the fact that he is often capable of speaking in long, complex sentences, we’re also hearing an awful lot of screeching and baby-babble lately. It’s frustrating, mostly because we know what he IS capable of, but we try to be relaxed about it most of the time. (I find myself doing a lot of “I am a hollow reed” breathing)

He seems to know much of the alphabet, but, just as he did with his colors way back when, he likes to trick us into thinking he doesn’t know them. Thanks to a TV show called Super Why, he also seems to know a lot of the letter sounds - sometimes if we see a letter ‘S’, and I ask him what it is, he’ll do the ’sssss ssss’ sound before saying the letter. Gotta love PBS.

Toilet learning (yes, it’s now Evil and Wrong to say “potty training”) is going very well — at the sitter’s house. She is thrilled with how quickly he has taken to it, and he basically has no accidents there, except occasionally during naptime. Here at home, it’s more of a bust. Obviously a control issue, but if it comes down to forcing him to sit on the toilet, my feeling is that we should not make it into a huge negative ordeal. So, again, we’re being “hollow reeds” and hoping that he will become so comfortable with toileting at the sitter’s house that it will more naturally carry over here.

Oh, this happened; last weekend while he was in his bedroom for his nap, he removed his diaper and pants, and pooped on the floor. Yeah, I was very glad that Seth was on duty (heh) at the time. Grayson was laughing and very entertained while Seth was cleaning up the mess, and apparently Seth said sternly, a couple of times, “This isn’t funny.”

Next day, Grayson was spending some quality time with Papa, where another poop related accident occurred (this was a diaper malfunction). While Papa was trying to get the mess under control, Grayson kept cackling and saying, “This isn’t funny! This isn’t funny, Papa!”

Okay, some pictures. We’ve been a little slow on that front lately. Mama just put up a new exhibit at the museum, which always takes a lot of time away from family.

The food baby in full effect: