making cookies, eating cookies

 

3 year stats:

weight: 33.2 pounds (64th percentile)
height: 40 inches (94th percentile)

On Sunday after swim class, Atticus was proud that he had not cried during class, but told me that he almost cried. When I asked why he almost cried, he said, "because little kids do that sometimes."

His new summer shoes arrived in the mail yesterday, and when I opened the box to show him, he said, "Oh! Beautiful!"

 

 

 

We had a pretty excellent weekend. Went to the Tucson Village Farm Friday evening, then for pizza and family swim night at Atticus's swim school. At the farm, Atticus pet bunnies, released ladybugs into the garden, dug for worms, rode a tractor, and learned how to milk a cow. His favorite thing? the tractor. But the cow (which was fake, by the way) was a not-too-distance second.

 

 

Saturday we went to the 4th street fair after having breakfast at B-Line.

 

We ran around the outdoor mall after his swimming lesson today. Then after his nap, we went to Annabelle's birthday party. (Chris was home in bed. The weekend was a little less excellent for him once he got tonsilitis, but since the Hoosiers won, I don't think he's feeling all that bad.)

Some of Atticus's favorites right now:
favorite trains: Gordon and Harvey
favorite color: pink (though honestly, I think he just like's saying the word "pink" and really has no favorite color at this point period)
favorite food: pasta
favorite thing to play: books
favorite animal: giraffe

He's really been into singing nursery rhymes lately. Some of his favorites seem to be "Pop Goes the Weasel" and "Three Blind Mice."

He also loves bath bombs.



my first instagram :)

 

Today as we were checking out at the grocery store, Atticus starts saying out of nowhere (he's never said this to me before), "You're a bad driver, mama! You're a bad driver!" People all around us were suppressing laughs.

One of the birthday gifts Atticus received from Grandma Becky was Thomas wall stickers, so we did some redecorating. Down with the two trees that had been up since before he was born; up with Thomas and friends.

 

 Picking strawberries.

 Playing run-down-the-hill at the new playground where the new houses are going up in our neighborhood.

Percy pajamas--a pretty awesome thrift store trade. Along with decorating his walls this weekend, we cleaned up a bit. I finally got rid of the changing pad and supplies (we haven't used them since what, July?!), as well as some toys and clothes he's outgrown. I have about $150 in store credit at Lil' Traders now.

Watching the coy and turtles in the pond at Civano nursery.






Tonight while we were running through Civano, he said "Hey, look at that big house! I don't live in a big house. I just live in a little house with my mommy and daddy."

At dinner, "I'm Atticus, and you love me."

He had a rough time at swim class yesterday. He said he wanted to return to the baby pool so that I could swim with him. He cried throughout most of the class. I talked to one of the teachers at the school about it and suggested that maybe it would help if we start trying to take him swimming more outside of class (as in at all really) so that he gets to continue to enjoy swimming with us... that maybe that will make swimming without us on Sundays easier. She agreed and suggested we bring him to family swim night at the pool this Friday. I told Atticus about it tonight while I was giving him a bath, and he said, "I swim with mommy and daddy? That will make me happy." Then he said, "I'm happy right now."

Later when I was getting him ready for bed (books, pajamas, and teeth-brushing), and he was just about ready to go get his daddy to put him to bed, he said, "Sometimes I don't like daddy." I said, "Sometimes you get angry at him?" "Yes," he said. "Sometimes you get angry at me too, right?" "Yes." Me, "And sometimes I get angry at you too, but I always love you."

Atticus is three! He had a birthday party at school (hence the crown), and in lieu of another party we decided to celebrate just the three of us in Phoenix for the weekend. We went to McCormick-Stillman Park (a.k.a. the train park) and to dinner Saturday evening, then to a few other public parks and to Fashion Square mall Sunday. Atticus ran wild at the parks, muddying himself up so much that we had to change his clothes before going to the mall. At the mall, Atticus picked out an easter egg bath bomb at Lush and bought a chocolate lollipop at Godiva with some change he and Chris found at one of the parks. He handed the sales clerk his money. The clerk said, thank you; it's yours now, you paid for it. Atticus kept holding the lollipop at him as if he had to scan it or something.

 

 

On the way home, he took pictures of real trains with the digital kids' camera he got for his birthday, and he played with the Gordon he received too. We also got him a Thomas the Tank Engine tricycle and a little basketball hoop and ball for his room.

 

Some of the other gifts he received include a rocket launcher and dinosaur puzzles from Grandpa Jimmy; a Buzz Lightyear game from Ava; a shaving kit and responsibility chart from Grandparents Alan and Jean; a train bag, chef's tools, and clothes from Grandparents Alan and Ginny; and money, money, money from other folks who love him. And he received a McDonalds gift card. I guess he'll be having his first Happy Meal pretty soon. Chris hopes it's his last too.

 

Now that Atticus is three, I asked him what sports or lessons he's interested in signing up for. I suggested an assortment of musical instruments. I suggested basketball, even baseball and soccer. He said, "I want to play football." "Are you sure?" I asked. Little kid tag football, no big deal, sure. But please, please, don't let him play football in high school. The heat, the concussions, etc. etc.

 

We're going to visit some friends tomorrow night. The husband/father has been working out of town for a few weeks now, and they're having a rough time with him gone. When I first told Atticus we're going, he was not happy about it. Then I explained the part about Thomas's dad working out of town and his being sad about it, and how we were going over to help out and give them some company, and then Atticus changed his tune and suggested we bring some of his birthday cake over to cheer them up.

 

Something Atticus said a few weeks ago that I meant to write down:

A: "I'm going to eat your feet."

Me: "How will I get around without my feet?"

A: "Daddy will carry you."