Reading over my last few posts, I feel like I have fallen into a rut of sharing only the ‘poo, crying and general unpleasantness’ stories that is my life. I hope you don’t think that is the only things that happen over here. Nice things happen too. And sweet things.
V’s vocab is expanding by leaps and bounds right now. Current phrases:
No car shoes” (Pushing aside his ‘Lightening McQueen’ shoes and dragging out his Spiderman shoes instead)
Random pig and cow noises and, sometimes if we are really lucky, the sweetest kitty and baby bird noises too.
“Bubbles?!?!” (to his bubble bucket on the bac k porch)
“Mummy, park? No park.” (as it started raining on the way home yesterday)
‘Mumma, push?” (to me in the garage. He likes to watch the door go up and down)
M just taught him how to tickle and so there is extra cute laughter in our house lately. V’s tickle technique is so funny.
He approaches you with one finger extended and pokes you once, and then leaves that finger there. “Tickle.” he says solemnly. And you are expected to giggle like a crazy person. Lord help you if you do not.
He has recently become totally obsessed with Chewie the Chihuahua. Poor Chewie… it’s almost too much attention for him (and since all he wants is constant attention, that is saying a lot). V wants Chewie to say ‘good night’ to him every night. He wants to see Chewie every morning when he wakes up. He wants to play tug-of-war with him all day long and wants to pat him all day too. This tends to make bedtime rather difficult.
It also makes bedtime rather cute. So do V’s requests for me to stay in the chair next to his bed. “Mumma, chair? Mumma. CHAIR.”
So even though there are the most ridiculous poop-filled events going on over here. Even though I feel like we are on the verge of maxing out our medical benefits for the year on the little man. Even though there are a large amount of molars on the horizon. And even though it sometimes feels like I am drowning in vomit, poo, tears and emotional exhaustion…there are too many overriding sweet things happening at the same time that sometimes might get ignored or pushed to the wayside a little.
I promise to make a better effort to balance out these posts so you are all not making frowny faces while you read. I really want you to make some happy faces! Or at least some kind of happy faces.
Off to watch Cap’t Kirk rescue some whales in the 80’s…