Monday, January 23, 2012

January Photos

Here is what we've been up to so far this year:
Coloring with crayons and painting with cotton balls


Family movie time: Turtle The Incredible Journey

Xander loved this breakfast so much he wanted me to take a picture of it
Traffic jam


A hawk on our back fence, with prey!

Another breakfast made by me and Xander that he wanted memorialized in photo
video
And above is a little video of Nick's reaction to the keyboard I just picked up from Goodwill.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

They Know Everything

Sometimes Nick says things I have no idea he ever heard in his lifetime. Just now, he put on Xander's knight helmet and ran away, singing his version of "na-na na-na boo-boo": "Onny a boo boo, I gun catch you!"

Two mispronunciations of his that I love:
  1. mabana for banana
  2. mamato for tomato
Xander has his own misconceptions. Two of his current ones have to do with the Disney company. Good for them. They and Lego have obviously worked out how to rule the world.

For Xander, any character is a Disney character, as in, "Wags the Dog isn't real, so he's a Disney character."

Also, Disney is his idea of a compound word, with an emphatic head nod on each syllable to show that they are two words put together: "Dis (nod) knee (nod)! See? It's a compound word!"

I usually limit myself to one or two disagreements or corrections, and then let him believe what he wants, to save time.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Getting Better

Nick is finally back to himself. Yesterday he wondered if Bailey and Foster could come over after school. They were so caring about him, too, when they were here and he was sick, barely saying a single word.

Now that he is feeling well, he is back to drinking from a regular cup, eating well, saying please, and talking to us about his thoughts and what he wants from us. He has had several, several time-outs in the process but it is nice that he is healthy enough to have consequences and learn from them.
Nick went outside just now and came back in telling me he picked flowers for me. I exclaimed over them and said, "What nice flowers!" He said, "Nice flowers," and watched me put them in our vase set aside specifically for the "flowers" the kids bring in for me. Poor dads. They don't usually get flowers.

Xander misses having Bailey and Foster around. It is not the same being on his own at bedtime. We will have to get them together again as soon as we feasibly can.