Friday, February 26, 2010

Xander-isms

Xander likes to use his name in everything. Earlier today he was made "Xander angels" instead of snow angels.

A habit he's picked up from his sister is saying "pretend we're cats (or dogs or iguanas or gerbils, etc) and you're the mommy cat and daddy is the daddy cat." Where Jessica usually says "and I'm the big sister cat," he'll say, "I'm the Xander cat."

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At bedtime I went downstairs to find something without with Jessica could not live, a frequent occurrence in our house, and he insisted on following me. He found his sippy cup of milk, which I had forgotten to put it away. I took it from him and went to put it in the fridge. He immediately started screaming and wrapped his little hand around the door so I couldn't close it. I removed his hand so I could close it and he started crying about some imaginary injury.

Then we went back upstairs and he insisted he needed a band-aid "for when you closed the refrigerator on my hand." I took another look but there was still no visible injury. In the interest of world peace, I gave him a band-aid anyway.

Now, Jessica has been trying valiantly to stop biting her nails and chewing on her fingers. I bought her "chewlery" which is a necklace/bracelet set that is okay for kids to put in their mouths.

After I gave him his band-aid, he started going on about how he needed chewlery.

"But you don't bite your nails," I said. I have to cut his nails frequently because they grow so quickly and so long.

"Yes I do" he whined.

"Show me," I said.

He then just stuck a finger into his mouth, up to the first joint. He clearly didn't even know how to chew on his fingernails.

Jessica & I just laughed. He didn't get the chewlery.

Monday, February 22, 2010

About last night

Xander's new thing is to refer to every event that ever occurred in his life as happening "last night."

For example, last night (*my* last night, not his) I was putting him to bed. Our conversation went something like this:

Xander: Remember last night when Jessie got a smushmellow?

Mommy: No.

Xander: Remember, when Daddy came to get Jessie and we went home and I didn't get one?

Mommy thought long and hard and then remembered what he was talking about. We went to our town's winter carnival on February 5, yes, February 5th. They were toasting marshmellows over a fire pit. I made one for Jessie, then asked Xander if he wanted one. He said no. I had taken the kids there and Hari joined us later. By the time he got there, Xander and I were both very cold and wanted to go home, so we did and Jessica and Daddy stayed.

Mommy: You mean at the winter carnival?

Xander: Yeah.

Mommy: That was weeks ago. You said you didn't want one.

Xander: Let's go get one.

Mommy: It's not there any more.

Xander: (cries loudly and longly).

Anyway, at least 3 or 4 times a day he references something that happened "last night" but actually happened days or weeks ago. I really have no idea why.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

"d"

As I mentioned on Jessica's blog, she has been speaking in letters lately. Well, baby brother has picked up the habit. After every meal, not just dinner, he asks for "d" (dessert). Just a minute ago, he heard Jessica asking for a drink ("d") and chimed in, hoping to get some dessert at 9:00 in the morning. Needless to say, he was "d" (denied).

Monday, February 15, 2010

More Vocabulary

This sentence came out of my 3-year-old's mouth today:
"Books about tractors are awesome, Mom."
Awesome. It just sounds strange for a preschooler to use that word. And the way he said it:
awwwwsome.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Critique

Jessica has long been a food critic, when it comes to meals made by Hari and me. Well, last night I made chicken salad, and I thought it was pretty good. Jessica ate it without complaint. Xander preferred the wheat pita I put it in.

After dinner he started walking around, pointing with his index finger saying something like "from awejodsi." At least that's what it sounded like to me. I kept asking him "From what? From what."

Then I noticed his index finger was pointing down and it dawned on me.

"Thumbs down?" This is Jessica's Roger-and-Ebertesque way of issuing her food reviews.

He nodded.

I then explained to him that if he's going to use the thumbs up/thumbs down review method, he'll at least need to point with his thumb, and not his index finger.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Move over!

Three times today, I've been sitting at the end of the couch, Xander has come up, climbed onto the arm of the couch and tried to squeeze in, telling me to move over. It reminds me of the Seinfeld episode where Jerry did the same thing to Elaine.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Just being a Xander

One of Xander's preschool teachers told me this story:
One day he was just standing there, not saying anything. His teacher asked him what he was doing. His response? "I'm just being a Xander."

Other words from the Xander lexicon:
smushmellow=marshmellow
Usage: "I don't have any more smushmellows in my hot chocolate."

snowprint = footprint made in the snow

pack-pack=backpack

Friday, February 5, 2010

"I Love You" as a weapon

Xander loves to tell me he loves me. Most of the time this is great. I love to hear him say it. But lately he's been using it as a weapon. He'll be laying down in bed and instead of closing his eyes and going to sleep, he says, "Mommy, I love you" a dozen times. If I ignore him, then his tone gets more insistent: "MOMMY I LOVE YOU" with a bit of a whine to it. I feel like the worst mommy ever when I have to respond, "I know. Stop saying that and go to sleep." But I only say that after he's said it at least 20 times.

(He just ran up to me and said "Mommy, I love you" while I was typing this.)

Fool me once, shame on you....

As anyone with a small child knows, band-aids are the best thing ever. Regardless of whether or not there's actually a boo-boo.

One night last week, as I was trying to get Xander to sleep, he complained he had a boo-boo and needed a band-aid. He pointed out the boo-boo but in the semi-darkness of the room I didn't see anything. I tried to ignore his request but sooner rather than later, I gave in. When I brought the band-aid into the room and asked him to show me the boo-boo again so I knew where to put it, he gave me a completely different finger to put it in than he'd shown me before.

With this incident in mind, last night he started complaining again. He showed me the boo-boo and again I didn't see anything. I told him if the boo-boo was still there in the morning, I'd give him a band-aid. He got very insistent and eventually produced real tears. I thought, okay, maybe it is a real boo-boo; after all, he's crying. I got up and got a band-aid.

He gave me a different finger to put it on.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Squirrel!

I've been working on quilts for the kids. I'm a very slow quilt maker. I bought the fabric a couple of months ago, and immediately washed it. Then eventually I ironed and now am in the process of cutting it. The kids have been bugging me incessantly about it lately.

This morning, Xander started up. "Will you work on my quilt today?" This immediately got Jessica's attention. "No! Work on my quilt!" Then I couldn't hear what either of them were saying because they were both saying something to the effect of "Work on my quilt" loudly and at the same time.

Then Hari, genius that he is, pointed out the window. "Look! There goes a squirrel!"

Both kids stopped shouting and ran over to look out the window. It was just like "Up."