Saturday, August 25, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
The last few days when I've picked Atticus up from daycare, he's gone around to hug his various girlfriends goodbye. Ava is still the primary girl he talks about, but she tends to not be the first one he hugs goodbye. Maybe he's playing hard to get. He waves to the few boys if there are any.
He's getting very good at dressing and undressing himself, shoes included, except for the shirt part. That he likes help with.
He wants to do everything himself just about. He gets up from dinner and moves his step stool into position to reach the paper towels instead of asking us for one.
His favorite books at the moment are From Head to Toe and If You're Happy and You Know It--both books that require that one get up and move (e.g, spind around, jump, stomp feet, kick legs like a donkey, etc.). He will happily read them over and over.
He had his first ugly encounter with ants this past weekend. Strangely, though he received quite a few bites and Chris swears they were fire ants (the pharmacist and a bystander side with him on this), Atticus didn't appear bothered in the least by the bites. And they healed miraculously fast--going from fairly large red welts to tiny pin pricks in 12 hours or so. Chris did run him to the shower to wash him off immediately. Then I applied hydrogen peroxide and topical antibiotic. Chris gave him an anti-histamine before bed. Plus, he had had some raw garlic that morning. (I was taking it because I had mastitis over the weekend. Ugh. And he was interested in what I was doing and swallowed a few pieces before he decided he wasn't into it anymore.) So I guess it could be any or all of those things.
I love how when Atticus is displeased by something--whatever it is--he says "Don't like it" and shakes his head. Sometimes its music altogether because for whatever reason (I suspect overstimulation; it certainly happens to me plenty) he's not in the mood for music. It could be songs he loves even.
And btw, I don't think we've had an accident at all in the last week and a half or so.
He's getting very good at dressing and undressing himself, shoes included, except for the shirt part. That he likes help with.
He wants to do everything himself just about. He gets up from dinner and moves his step stool into position to reach the paper towels instead of asking us for one.
His favorite books at the moment are From Head to Toe and If You're Happy and You Know It--both books that require that one get up and move (e.g, spind around, jump, stomp feet, kick legs like a donkey, etc.). He will happily read them over and over.
He had his first ugly encounter with ants this past weekend. Strangely, though he received quite a few bites and Chris swears they were fire ants (the pharmacist and a bystander side with him on this), Atticus didn't appear bothered in the least by the bites. And they healed miraculously fast--going from fairly large red welts to tiny pin pricks in 12 hours or so. Chris did run him to the shower to wash him off immediately. Then I applied hydrogen peroxide and topical antibiotic. Chris gave him an anti-histamine before bed. Plus, he had had some raw garlic that morning. (I was taking it because I had mastitis over the weekend. Ugh. And he was interested in what I was doing and swallowed a few pieces before he decided he wasn't into it anymore.) So I guess it could be any or all of those things.
I love how when Atticus is displeased by something--whatever it is--he says "Don't like it" and shakes his head. Sometimes its music altogether because for whatever reason (I suspect overstimulation; it certainly happens to me plenty) he's not in the mood for music. It could be songs he loves even.
And btw, I don't think we've had an accident at all in the last week and a half or so.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Growing up
At swimming today Atticus was holding on to the edge of the pool and looked at me and said "Go under." I said OK and then he preceded to go under-water by himself for up to five seconds many times. The teacher was totally impressed and took a picture of him smiling under-water. It was pretty cool. Atticus also got up from his nap this afternoon took off his diaper, used the potty, and then put his underwear on. The kid is sharp. -Dad
Friday, August 10, 2012
Atticus: "My penis."
Me: "Yeah."
Atticus: "Where's mama's penis?"
Me: "Mama doesn't have a penis."
Atticus, looking like he thinks I'm kidding: "In Mama's underwear?"
This eventually evolved into "Fan have a penis?" "No." "Train have a penis?" "No," etc.
When Atticus says that my milk is his, I tell him that no, it's mine, but that I share it with him. Tonight he announced that since we are sharing, he will take the left breast, and I can have the right.
His love of "Pumped Up Kicks" has gotten slightly embarassing. He demands that I sing it to him as I take him into daycare in the mornings. In that context, it just doesn't sound right for me to be singing to my kid about all the other kids outrunning my guns and bullets.
In the mornings and afternoons both we listen to this song in the car. He insists each time that I sing while he plays drum to it. He joins in here and there with a word or two. Afterwards, he says, "Mama is funny!"
Me: "Yeah."
Atticus: "Where's mama's penis?"
Me: "Mama doesn't have a penis."
Atticus, looking like he thinks I'm kidding: "In Mama's underwear?"
This eventually evolved into "Fan have a penis?" "No." "Train have a penis?" "No," etc.
When Atticus says that my milk is his, I tell him that no, it's mine, but that I share it with him. Tonight he announced that since we are sharing, he will take the left breast, and I can have the right.
His love of "Pumped Up Kicks" has gotten slightly embarassing. He demands that I sing it to him as I take him into daycare in the mornings. In that context, it just doesn't sound right for me to be singing to my kid about all the other kids outrunning my guns and bullets.
In the mornings and afternoons both we listen to this song in the car. He insists each time that I sing while he plays drum to it. He joins in here and there with a word or two. Afterwards, he says, "Mama is funny!"
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
This morning I was experiencing a little road rage toward a driver who deliberately sped up to keep me from moving into her lane, and Atticus was confused about what I was worked up about, so I said that the other driver had been "mean." He said, "Not nice?" I said, "That's right. The other driver wasn't nice to us." When we got out of the car at his daycare soon after, he wanted to know who was the culprit. He pointed across the parking lot--"That car? There? There?" The car was gone, of course, but finally I just said, "Yeah, over there." He pointed his finger in that direction and shouted loudly, "That's not nice!" and said it over and over again.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Today Atticus did something I've never witnessed another kid in his toddler swim class do ever--he was about to jump in the pool, but hesitated and told me he needed to go potty. His teacher praised him for not doing it in the pool. I whisked him to the potty.
Then after swim class on the drive home, he said he had to go again, so I pulled over so he could use the potty I keep in the trunk. He did numero uno and dos in it. We have yet to have an accident on the road or when out on the town.
In recent weeks, Atticus has taken to identifying the culprit for any ouwie or other accident: "Table did it," "Piano did it," "Bat did it," "Mommy did it," "Daddy did it," and lest you think he doesn't take personal responsibility, "Atticus did it."
Then after swim class on the drive home, he said he had to go again, so I pulled over so he could use the potty I keep in the trunk. He did numero uno and dos in it. We have yet to have an accident on the road or when out on the town.
In recent weeks, Atticus has taken to identifying the culprit for any ouwie or other accident: "Table did it," "Piano did it," "Bat did it," "Mommy did it," "Daddy did it," and lest you think he doesn't take personal responsibility, "Atticus did it."
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