I think I seriously wore my kid out today, which is always a good thing. We read all of our library books TWICE. (Chicka Chicka Boom Boom.) We had a great playdate in the morning with a little boy we met at Music Together and his Mom- and it was just really…relaxing. It was also the first time I’ve seen Cy actually play with another child for an extended period of time. Up until now it’s been parallel play all the way, but these two boys played in the sand together, played in the rock garden with dump trucks together, played on the sliding cube together…they talked and laughed and Cy cracked up so hard at one point he fell backwards out of his cube onto his head. And was tuckered out by lunchtime.
But happy, as you can see.
He’s been talking SO MUCH today. I had a bandaid on my foot, and he kept saying, “Mommy toe hurt?” until I assured him that I would be ok. And he insisted that I put on a “Dadgum” bandaid. Because nothing heals a hurt toe like Mater the Greater. He’s also saying “I hungry” now instead of signing for food. I wondered when he’d make that switch. He also says, “I love you” now. And that just feels good to my soul.
And, the most important achievement of the day…
He built this ALL. BY. HIMSELF. I left him on his own to play while I got his room ready for bed, filled up the humidifier and got a fresh cup of water, etc. We had just finished “clean up clean up” time and all the “bocks” were broken down and in the container. When I got back he held it up and said, “Hair-pane!” Translated, “Airplane!”
I was impressed. Even though it was bedtime we set it up to take a picture, and I told him I was so proud of what he built and he pointed at his chest and said, “I build!” Then, as I was taking a picture with my phone he said, “Cheeeesseeee!” as if I were taking a picture of him. He’s a good one. For sure.
And one more wee memory to share…
I covered broccoli in cheese and called it “trees” to try and get him to eat some. When he heard me say “trees” he looked out the window, looked down at his plate incredulously, leaned his ear in close, sat up and asked, “Birds?”
Poor kid.
He didn’t eat any broccoli.
