yikes! one more month before he is two! really, i should stop with this count down already. despite the fact that he isnt two yet, he's growing so fast in so many ways, that the number really doesnt mean anything. i should be saying "yikes! he's already talking back!" and "yikes! he's making it thru his daytime naps without accidents!" and "yikes! he said his first bad word!"
yes, he talks A LOT. i thought boys werent suppose to be so verbal! but i guess this is a second kid thing. he speaks amazingly well. probably better than mimi did at this age. oddly, when he cant get his trains on the track, he suddenly seems to lose all ability to speak. then he flops on the floor, buries his face in his arms and cries and cries. i have to remind him to not get so bent out of shape and to just say, "Mama! help me."
this morning while on the playground he suddenly stops what he's doing and pushes down on his left nostril with his finger and yells, "Mama! It's a bug. It put it in my nose!" "a bug flew up your nose?" i asked. "yes!" he says in disbelief. (i checked his nose and there was no bug. i think a gnat must have buzzed around the nostril and flew away. )
his new favorite phrase is to say, "I knew it!" and not in a I'm-so-smart kind of way but as part of expressing his dissatisfaction...'ozzy, we have to go. turn the trains off.' he answers, "UGH! i knew it!" mimi turns on the t.v. and instead of turning on Thomas and Friends she turns on Dinosaur Train and ozzy says, "UGH! i knew it!"
and then later i find out from my cousin that he was playing and said, "shit." and he knew it was a bad word. i dont even say shit. i dont even think i've cursed out loud since mimi was 3 and yelling dammit! when i'd suddenly encounter traffic on the beltway. so where did he pick it up from? i blame rob.
he has lately been making it thru his naps without using his diapers. i have them on as insurance, but instead of peeing in his sleep, he wakes up from his nap and says, "mama, i have to go pee pee" and i take him to use the toilet (he likes the regular toilet these days) and then snuggle with him and he eases back to sleep and stays dry until he wakes up (then we go again to void whatever might be left).
funny thing about him is he wants me to go to the potty with him. every time. mimi NEVER wanted me with her. by the time she was two years old, she would slam the bathroom door in my face, insisting that she do it on her own. i couldnt even stand outside the door, i had to promise to be far away. ozzy, though, wont go to the bathroom unless i come with him. he looooooves his mama. :)
he also still loves his trains. i would love to get this for him, but we have so many different ride ons and power wheels at home that he doesnt ride on, that i honestly dont know where we'd keep this thing, though i think this is one ride on that he would ride on. and since it runs on a track (will also run on the ground) there's no steering skills needed.
yes, he talks A LOT. i thought boys werent suppose to be so verbal! but i guess this is a second kid thing. he speaks amazingly well. probably better than mimi did at this age. oddly, when he cant get his trains on the track, he suddenly seems to lose all ability to speak. then he flops on the floor, buries his face in his arms and cries and cries. i have to remind him to not get so bent out of shape and to just say, "Mama! help me."
this morning while on the playground he suddenly stops what he's doing and pushes down on his left nostril with his finger and yells, "Mama! It's a bug. It put it in my nose!" "a bug flew up your nose?" i asked. "yes!" he says in disbelief. (i checked his nose and there was no bug. i think a gnat must have buzzed around the nostril and flew away. )
his new favorite phrase is to say, "I knew it!" and not in a I'm-so-smart kind of way but as part of expressing his dissatisfaction...'ozzy, we have to go. turn the trains off.' he answers, "UGH! i knew it!" mimi turns on the t.v. and instead of turning on Thomas and Friends she turns on Dinosaur Train and ozzy says, "UGH! i knew it!"
and then later i find out from my cousin that he was playing and said, "shit." and he knew it was a bad word. i dont even say shit. i dont even think i've cursed out loud since mimi was 3 and yelling dammit! when i'd suddenly encounter traffic on the beltway. so where did he pick it up from? i blame rob.
he has lately been making it thru his naps without using his diapers. i have them on as insurance, but instead of peeing in his sleep, he wakes up from his nap and says, "mama, i have to go pee pee" and i take him to use the toilet (he likes the regular toilet these days) and then snuggle with him and he eases back to sleep and stays dry until he wakes up (then we go again to void whatever might be left).
funny thing about him is he wants me to go to the potty with him. every time. mimi NEVER wanted me with her. by the time she was two years old, she would slam the bathroom door in my face, insisting that she do it on her own. i couldnt even stand outside the door, i had to promise to be far away. ozzy, though, wont go to the bathroom unless i come with him. he looooooves his mama. :)
he also still loves his trains. i would love to get this for him, but we have so many different ride ons and power wheels at home that he doesnt ride on, that i honestly dont know where we'd keep this thing, though i think this is one ride on that he would ride on. and since it runs on a track (will also run on the ground) there's no steering skills needed.
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