This pretty much sums up life here with a two and a half year old. The Little Mister is constantly dumping out his toys and I'm constantly trying to pick them up. He accomplished this in about 2 minutes. It took me the rest of the day to get it cleaned up because he kept thwarting my efforts.
He loves to build forts and hide under blankets and pillows. He hates loud noises and insists on hiding behind the couch pillows whenever I vacuum. It only lasts for a minute though and then he goes to the closet and gets his own vacuum and "helps" me.
He talks so much and uses so many big words. Most of them he has gotten from TV, like hypothesis. But whatever, he also learned to count to 10 in Spanish by watching Dora so I guess what they say about young kids not learning from TV isn't correct.
When he is really adamant about something he will say it in English and Spanish. So, if he wants me to get something down and I'm not doing it, he will then yell "abajo, abajo". Sometimes he uses Spanish words that I don't know. I guess I need to start watching more Dora and Diego.
He loves his friends and every day he asks where we are going. He is getting more social and actually starting to play with kids more rather than just next to them.He's starting to sing along to some of the songs I sing to him and is even learning to say his ABC's (he learned all the letters a while ago but not in order). Except he says "A,b,c,d,y,f,g..."
He counts all the time. He loves to count. Some of his books that are about colors or other things, he has changed to counting books. Until this week though, he thought the number after ten was "twelven". I was actually hoping that would last longer but I guess not.
He really does love Baby Sister although he doesn't love to share his toys. Every morning he wants to come with me into her room when she wakes up (he is the first one awake in the house most days) and he says in the cutest voice "Baby Sister, did you wake up?" and then tries to climb in her crib.
He really has the best memory. He can remember things from months ago...like Granddad's flashlight and that it was snowing the last time he talked to them, or his straw hat that broke two months ago and he had to throw in the trash. The other day he kept asking to read the "Nabey" book. I didn't know what he was talking about until he found the book and brought it to me. On the cover is a picture of a little white dog, like Maeby. He hasn't seen her since probably September or October. But then, he does remember things that I wish he would forget...like the time I freaked out over Baby Sister's missing hair bow. Now he periodically asks me if I found it...or the orange golf ball that we keep trying to take away, but then he will remember and throw a fit until we search for it and find it.
He's so tough, he rarely cries when he gets hurt. But he does cry when he gets in trouble and when he can tell I'm getting frustrated he says a timely, "I wuv you, mom" and it fixes everything.
He usually insists on taking toys with him to bed. They vary, but he has some favorites...like his golf clubs, flashlight, cars, etc. One time it was the garlic presses. The cutest though is not that he takes them with him, but also brings them back out when he wakes up. One morning just after Christmas he came running out of his room dragging his guitar and magna doodle all the way. Then he climbed into bed with us toys and all.
