Friday, October 30, 2009

Sometimes I think Xander is on the Atkins diet. This kid loves meat and disdains carbs. Well, except for fry-fries and wheat fins (thins). I used to try to send him salami sandwiches for lunch and he would pick the salami off the bread and just eat the salami. So now I just tuck the salami into a tiny tupperware. This afternoon for lunch he had a drumstick. No potatoes.
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Last week Xander came up to me. "I go to doctor."

"Why?" I asked. "Are you sick?"

"I coughing."

"I don't hear you coughing."

He then let out several very fake coughs.

I didn't take him to the doctor. Hypochondriac.
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So, Xander is a bit like the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Sometimes when we're going to sleep, and I close my eyes, he'll say "Open your eyes, Mommy! I can't see you!"

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Back to school Part 2

Last night was Xander's preschool back-to-school night, which consisted of a chance to talk to his teachers, look at his work and leave some surprise messages in his journal.

The first page of his journal: some scribbles and the teacher's notation of what he told her it was: "The spider is squashing the bug." Fabulous.

Then his teacher was telling me about potty time. She said she always asks him if he wants to sit on the potty when she changes his diaper. His usual response? "When I'm older." I have no idea where he got the idea he wasn't old enough. Not from me.

It reminded me of a few months ago. I didn't realize I was doing it but apparently I was telling him a lot, "You're too small" or "you're too young" when he wanted to do something Jessica was doing. Then he started saying "I too small" and it was slightly heartbreaking, so I tried to stop doing it. In fact, there have been a few times when I've told Jessica she's too big or she's too old to do something and I make a big point of telling Xander the size/age thing works both ways.