Sunday, February 20, 2011

watching what I say and do

I try to remember the little eyes and ears that are listening to me. I really do. But sometimes. things slip by. Like the other day when I was stuck behind a purple car on our street who was going three miles an hour down the entire street. We were so close to being home. One more block. And if I were to hit the accelerator, even a little, we would have plowed into the car. Knowing my son would copy any rude road behavior, I kept my comments to "Ugghhh... GO."
Which was fine.

The next day we are driving to school, and I am waiting to pull out onto a road with a limited view of oncoming traffic. David smiled at me and I noticed that every time I took my foot off the break, rolled forward, and then stopped to let another car go, Elliott would say "Ugghh. UGhhhh." Then I finally caught a break in traffic and pulled out, just as Elliott said "GO."

Then there was Friday, when we came home from school and had just enough time to go potty and change clothes to meet David for dinner. He grabbed his potty to empty it out in the toilet, and spilled it all over the seat, narrowly missing my pants and boots. I know that I shouldn't have, but instinct overcame wisdom and I said "Jesus!" as I jumped out of the way. Guess who had to apologize for saying the wrong thing after her son repeated it?

Other things he says constantly:

"Where (Mommy/Daddy/car/bus/truck/random object) go?" ad nauseam, about an object in plain view
"What happened?"
"No I do it!"
What's your name? One ina half. How old are you? Eyyitt.

He still loves singing. He comes home at least once a week singing a new song I had no idea he knew. This week it's the Hokey Pokey. Last week it was Mr. Sun. His favorite food is cereal bars. He dances all the time. If I am doing anything that takes my attention away from him he hangs from my knees. He wants to do everything himself and at his own pace. If you rush him he will make his legs go to jelly and pout. If he realizes he is crying for a silly reason, he tells himself "No cryyy......" We pray before bedtime and he folds his little hands and says "Amen" at the end.

He is really fun right now, but David and I welcome bedtime with open arms at 7:00, because all three of us are usually exhausted and whiny.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Right. I'm back.

So, yeah- I went missing. But I'm here now, and that's what matters, right? Right.

I've mentioned before that Elliott LOVES guitar. He loves any music, really. He loves guitars. He sings songs he learns in school a lot. He sings along with bad pop music- and I'd tell you what kind of bad pop music, but I'd be afraid that you would seriously doubt my abilities to parent. He sings along with good music too, but he doesn't know the words so he just sings "Aaaaahhh" instead. He even makes up songs. So David was awesome and got him a ukulele for Christmas, which is a perfectly sized toddler guitar. I've never seen the joy that I saw on Ell's face the day he opened that gift.

Anyway, when David plays his guitar, this happens. And I die of pure happiness. Be forewarned: It's three minutes long, Elliott has no pants on, and he put his own underwear on, so of course it's on backwards.