Well I made it. A van trip to Ohio and back for Thanksgiving. Let’s just say that when you are so nauseous you want to die while laying on a non-moving couch that 8 hours in a van is less than awesome. But it was worth it. Four days with the great-grandparents, countless cousins and Aunts and uncles! The Boss was in heaven getting to spend so much time with his cousins K and L, and I was in heaven watching him pretend to back cakes and learn to sing the Scooby Doo theme song.
Late breaking Scooby news, I have been informed that there is a new Scooby show and that VELMA and SHAGGY ARE DATING! What in all the unholy alliances is that?
We had to say goodbye to some things this past week. I love to see the new progress that The Boss shows off every day, but it’s just going too fast and my heart aches with each mispronunciation or special Boss named item that is replaced by it’s proper name.
This week “otay” was replaced with a lovely and very proper “yes, Mommy”
“not this one!” was replaced with “instead” INSTEAD people. He actually busted out this sentance: “Not Buzz and Woody! Max and Ruby INSTEAD”
Let’s not discuss his preference for Max and Ruby at the moment, it pains my heart more than just a little bit.
His mind is constantly working. He is really into pretend play right now. Putting babies to bed, bathing them, feeding…it’s really fun. He got a ‘baby’ at Toys are Nus (as he calls it, all to soon to be replaced with the proper name” and he promptly named it Baby Paul, you know, after Paul McCartney. We bath and feed and change Baby Paul’s diaper a lot round these parts. My heart always swells when he rocks his baby and tells me “mommy, I’m gentle with the baby” I truly believe he is going to be a great big brother.
He and Baby Kitty Mo (heretofore to be references as The Great Catsby) continue to be BFF and he spends a lot of time holding Catsby and rocking him. The other day he told me it was time to put Catsby to bed, so he started rocking him and singing Baby Mine to him, like I sing to The Boss every night. He used no lyrics, though he knows them, the melody was perfect but instead of the words he simply sang Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow.
You know. Cause Catsby doesn’t speak English, so The Boss spoke cat.
He has become a master of negotiation. We make deals constantly. He wanted to go to Toys R Nus, we wanted to go to Target. Actual exchange.
The Boss: I wanna go Toys R Nus!
Me: How about Target?
The Boss: How about Toys R Nus?
And his biggest sentence to date? “Do you want candy Mommy? Because I want some candy.”
I am in a lot of trouble with this one!