Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I just don't get it

Why is it that little boys find it so much fun to take a toy car, run it along some surface with their hand and say "vroooooom"? Doesn't the fun wear off after, oh, a million times? (or, in my case, once?)

Saturday, April 11, 2009

A small child's revenge

To keep Xander busy and occupied while I wrote this post, I let him peel one of the Easter eggs we dyed yesterday. The result was that it looked a small blue egg bomb had gone off in his corner of the kitchen. I had it halfway cleaned up when I thought, I should have taken a picture. I'm somewhat obsessed with pictorially documenting the kids' childhood mishaps.

It's so easy to fool small children

Xander is on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich kick. All PB&J all the time. He'll happily--and insistently--eat it for 2 meals a day. The way he asks for it, since he can't say "peanut butter and jelly," is to walk over to the refrigerator, whine until I open the door, then point to the jars of peanut butter and jelly in the door. Lately, he's taken to pointing to Hari's jam, which is this expensive Trappist Monk manufactured blueberry jam. If I take out just the standard Welch's grape jelly, he'll grunt and continue to point at the Trappist jam.

At first I made him sandwiches with the Trappist jam. Then I remembered how easy it is to fool small children. Now, I take out both jars, the jam and the grape jelly, to placate him. Then, when he's not paying attention, I just make the sandwich with the easier-to-use (squeezable) and less expensive grape jelly. Everyone's happy that way!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

He's such a guy

He's only 2 but he thinks burping and farting are hysterical. That and propensity to like trains must be part of the same gene.

This morning we had just woken up. Well, the kids and I had. We decided to wake up Daddy. I told Xander to poke Daddy to wake him up. He crawled over and poked Daddy, then crawled back to me to report: "I poped. I poped." (Pope=poke)

Saturday, April 4, 2009

First 4 word sentence

"I love you too."

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Singing gibberish

Xander loves music. He loves to sing. He's currently singing one of the songs from his Music Together class. The problem is although he knows that melody, he can't really say the words to the song, so he just sings random syllables. It's like listening to someone singing in a foreign language. I'll try to get a recording of him singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in gibberish.