1) Potty training progress remains approximately the same as last month. The other day, I came outside, where Fuzzy was playing next to a large container we've designated as a sandbox. After a little while I started smelling something...off. I crouched down, and sure enough, there was a suspiciously wet patch of sand. Knowing that The Pit had just been out here with Fuzzy, I started the following line of questioning:
Me: "Did you pee on the ground here?"
Me: "Huh, why didn't it get cleaned up? Did Daddy put sand on it?"
Fuzzy: "No, Daddy say 'DAMMIT!'"
2) Apparently imitating myself or Maya, Fuzzy now says "oh dear" whenever anything goes wrong. Dish falls off high chair? "Oh dear."
Truck breaks? "Oh dear."
Squirrels eating the bird food? "Oh dear."
3) Similarly, "join me" is now a favorite phrase: "Join me Mama, join me!" as he runs naked in circles around his room, pretending to be an airplane. "Join me, Mama!" as he heads down to play in the basement. "Come onnnnnn Mama, basement is fun!" Sadly, this last was during a day when I was trying to work from home...needless to say, little work was actually accomplished.
4) My mother was visiting us, and her back started acting up. I made
an appointment for her with the chiropractor. As she was going out
the door, Fuzzy perked up, and said "Where Baba goin?" I explained that
Baba was going to the doctor because her back hurt, and that the doctor
would make her feel better...at which point Fuzzy clutched his back
with both hands, bent over like an old man, and said "Oh oh oh, my back
hoyts! I need to go to the doctor!"
5) We left the lid off the previously mentioned sandbox, and of course, that night it rained, turning the box into essentially a container of cloudy mud. The child who refuses to put his face into the clean bathtub water took to this immediately, coating himself head to toe. He even dipped his forehead in it, allowing his bangs to drip gooey sand down his face. Then he turned to me: "Let's go show Baba how hansome Fizz is!"
6) On August 17th, Fuzzy, completely unprompted, turned to me and said "I wuv you...and Sprout wuvs you too!" Since then, he has periodically repeated these sentiments to both The Pit and I, effectively pulling out our hearts and smushing them.
7) The other day Fuzzy wasn't feeling well. Whenever this happens, he demands to a) hold his comfort toy - formerly called "Any Baby" and now more specifically christened "Dot Baby," and b) be rocked (or wocked, as he says). On this day, while rocking him, I also started massaging his back. He quite liked it, and now requires to be "assaged" periodically. If I stop before he's done, I get ordered to "Assage me again! Again Mama, assage me again!"
8) We finally converted Fuzzy's crib into a toddler bed. When shown the results, Fuzzy climbed in by himself, turned to us with a shining face, and said "I like my new bed! It just like Mama and Daddy, I like it!"
9) We enrolled Fuzzy in two-day/week preschool, and two weeks before classes started, the school held a picnic to get the kids familiarized with the setting. They asked everyone to bring some sort of snack, so the day before Fuzzy personally selected a box of crackers at the grocery store.
Of course, as soon as we got home, he also wanted to eat his box of crackers. I explained that these were special crackers, and that we had to take them to preschool the next day. Clearly, this made a big impression, because upon waking up the following morning, Fuzzy was very excited. The first thing he said to me was, "Mama! We goin to take special cackers to pweeschool!!" Then, in the car on the way to the picnic, the crackers were once again the only topic of conversation.
Upon arriving at the picnic, Fuzzy immediately tore into the box, then bounced around the playground for a bit, helpfully pointing out spiders to terrified children and stealing food from their resulting unattended plates.
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