Bath time was feeling crowded, so after last week's bath his tub of animals went on an unannounced vacation. For some reason, their existence in the water with minimal human-toy interaction due to an overpopulation of toys was the cause of their (my) stress.
Xavier was upset when he realized they had gone without leaving notice of their return. After realizing he still had 10 toys at his disposal, he calmed down. However, the next day that he found their vacation spot... above the shower in a corner that at his height he shouldn't be able to see. How did he find it you wonder? Did he grow 10 inches overnight? Did he move his ladder in order to look for them? No... he looked in the bathroom mirror. He found their reflection in the corner of the mirror and instantly knew it was them. Seriously, he's a born detective.
There's no hiding from him anymore, but when they come back from vacation I think his water wheel will hop on a jet to the beach...
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
A for Apple, B for Ball...
It's becoming clear that Xavier has a lot of letter recognition. He correctly recognizes letters such as N, C and T, as well as most vowels. Really, the only letters he confuses are letters that look like such as A and H or letters that he doesn't see very often (k). Those will come with time.
It is amazing. He notices letters everywhere. Signs that say US MAIL are U-S-M-A-I-L. It's fascinating to see his mind light up. Soon the goal will be to attach sounds to those letters and start him on his path toward reading... but for now I think he will be happy with letters. just letters. Maybe the alphabet song too.
It is amazing. He notices letters everywhere. Signs that say US MAIL are U-S-M-A-I-L. It's fascinating to see his mind light up. Soon the goal will be to attach sounds to those letters and start him on his path toward reading... but for now I think he will be happy with letters. just letters. Maybe the alphabet song too.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Success!
He did it! Hooray! Today is day two of successful potty training. (For # 1 and #2) He is happy, and I am too. He gets candy as a reward... and my reward is not having to do laundry! Who knew it would be so exciting?!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
If only you knew...
No one really knows what it means to be a parent until they are. Everyone has heard of diapers, midnight feedings and throwing up, but it's not until it falls on your shoulders (both literally and metaphorically) that it clicks that you are a parent.
However, it's also not until that self-recognition and acceptance happens that you're able to truly enjoy your child. Or even understand that phrase. Everyone has baby stories about them, but no one realizes that those baby stories are etched permanently on the record your parent(s)' soul(s).
To think of what stories were told of me, (hitting my brothers from a young age, sitting in the middle of the table, etc.)I can't help but wonder what one of my son's phrases or habits will seep into my mind at his first game or college graduation. I think of how he adores sticks, and makes them into swords or just chases me around with them. Or, how he always wants to save the last two bites on his plate for later until I finally clean out all the extra child plates from the fridge. I think of how he requests to be held like a baby, because somehow he knows that he is not. I truly understand now what a fleeting moment is. It's a moment in which he turns back because he forgot to give you a kissy and say "I love you". It's an astute observation, "Mommy, I think there are a lot of trees on this street". It's him, banging on the metal trash can at 7 am on a Saturday and you begging him to be quiet for just a few more moments...
Yet, each day he's becoming a man. It wasn't two days ago that he argued his way to a happy meal.
"Xavier, we're only getting food that we don't have at home. Do you understand? That means you're only getting chicken nuggets. No juice and no fries."
"But we don't have fries at home mommy."
I think of how one day, not far from now, I will wonder where my little guy went and who is in his place. My parents said they still see me in my two year old form... but I never knew what they meant.
However, it's also not until that self-recognition and acceptance happens that you're able to truly enjoy your child. Or even understand that phrase. Everyone has baby stories about them, but no one realizes that those baby stories are etched permanently on the record your parent(s)' soul(s).
To think of what stories were told of me, (hitting my brothers from a young age, sitting in the middle of the table, etc.)I can't help but wonder what one of my son's phrases or habits will seep into my mind at his first game or college graduation. I think of how he adores sticks, and makes them into swords or just chases me around with them. Or, how he always wants to save the last two bites on his plate for later until I finally clean out all the extra child plates from the fridge. I think of how he requests to be held like a baby, because somehow he knows that he is not. I truly understand now what a fleeting moment is. It's a moment in which he turns back because he forgot to give you a kissy and say "I love you". It's an astute observation, "Mommy, I think there are a lot of trees on this street". It's him, banging on the metal trash can at 7 am on a Saturday and you begging him to be quiet for just a few more moments...
Yet, each day he's becoming a man. It wasn't two days ago that he argued his way to a happy meal.
"Xavier, we're only getting food that we don't have at home. Do you understand? That means you're only getting chicken nuggets. No juice and no fries."
"But we don't have fries at home mommy."
I think of how one day, not far from now, I will wonder where my little guy went and who is in his place. My parents said they still see me in my two year old form... but I never knew what they meant.
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