I will catch up on pictures one of these days but in the meantime...
In the week leading up to Liam's birthday, he asked every day, "Am I three today?"
Finally, on his birthday we were able to answer yes!
Every day since, he's asked, "Am I three still?"
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Catch-up stories
A couple of our favorite questions lately..."what do moose say?" and "who is God?"
At the zoo recently Liam and I were visiting the cat house (to satisfy a recent obsession with big cats - specifically tigers, white tigers). We were peering into a cage and not having any luck finding the animal inside. I suggested we find the sign so we could see what animal was supposed to be in there. We found the picture and the label "coatimundi." I told Liam, "its a coat-i-mundi." Liam looked at me and said, "no Mommy, its a ka-wat-i." I looked the phonetic pronunciation and he was right! (Thank you Go Diego Go.) Later that night, we were telling Daddy about our trip to the zoo. Liam said, "we went to to the cat house and I had to tell Mommy it was a coati." (In case you're curious about the coati: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coati)
Mealtimes have become more of an ordeal lately with lots of bargaining and counting bites. I recently stole a strategy from another mom that, so far, has worked like a charm. It goes something like this: "Liam, you better not eat those (fill in the food). Those help you grow big and I don't want you to get big. I want you to stay a little baby!" Liam's response: "I'm not a baby, I'm getting bigger!" He then proceeds to take multiple bits of the "forbidden" food. He's even started scripting these little plays. Tonight he said, "Mommy say 'don't eat those green beans!'" After I play along, he then tells me to tell Daddy what he did so we all get in on the act.
A story by Liam (as relayed on the commute home with very little prompting from me):
"There's a pretend squirrel. He goes in the house. He jumps on the roof and hits the window - BANG! He is hungry and makes some dinner. He makes hot dogs and hamburgers."
At the zoo recently Liam and I were visiting the cat house (to satisfy a recent obsession with big cats - specifically tigers, white tigers). We were peering into a cage and not having any luck finding the animal inside. I suggested we find the sign so we could see what animal was supposed to be in there. We found the picture and the label "coatimundi." I told Liam, "its a coat-i-mundi." Liam looked at me and said, "no Mommy, its a ka-wat-i." I looked the phonetic pronunciation and he was right! (Thank you Go Diego Go.) Later that night, we were telling Daddy about our trip to the zoo. Liam said, "we went to to the cat house and I had to tell Mommy it was a coati." (In case you're curious about the coati: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coati)
Mealtimes have become more of an ordeal lately with lots of bargaining and counting bites. I recently stole a strategy from another mom that, so far, has worked like a charm. It goes something like this: "Liam, you better not eat those (fill in the food). Those help you grow big and I don't want you to get big. I want you to stay a little baby!" Liam's response: "I'm not a baby, I'm getting bigger!" He then proceeds to take multiple bits of the "forbidden" food. He's even started scripting these little plays. Tonight he said, "Mommy say 'don't eat those green beans!'" After I play along, he then tells me to tell Daddy what he did so we all get in on the act.
A story by Liam (as relayed on the commute home with very little prompting from me):
"There's a pretend squirrel. He goes in the house. He jumps on the roof and hits the window - BANG! He is hungry and makes some dinner. He makes hot dogs and hamburgers."
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