Something is Sinking In

On Sunday while I was cooking dinner, Guy trailed Cooper into the kitchen and said, "Coop, you Lamanite!

Guy and Cooper had been fighting over a toy when this happened, and I knew he was upset with Cooper at the moment--and it was hard not to laugh.

But my response was, "Hey, if anyone in this house LOOKS like a Lamanite, it's you, Guy."

Uh-oh

 

In April, I just happened to be lucky enough to have the camera out as I witnessed Guy give his first "flower" (if dandelions count as flowers) to a girl that wasn't me. It broke my heart. Just kidding - I thought it was pretty cute.

A couple of weeks ago we were driving home from church and the following conversation ensued:
Guy: "I like Elli."
Dad: "Do you LIKE like her? Or do you like her?"
Guy: "Huh?"
Dad: "Do you LIKE like her? Or do you like her?"
Guy: "Huh? . . . I just like her."
Dad: "Good."

Moments later. . .
Guy: "She's pretty."

Same girl that got the flower gets called pretty a few months later (also another first).

It's a good thing we're moving. ;)

Touché

Needing to put some Aquaphor on Guy's chapped face immediately before naptime, I started quickly looking for it in the obvious places in his room, then downstairs, then on to my room.

He knew I was looking for it, and when I was ready to settle on Vaseline to just get him down, he came in smiling, and holding the tub. Then he said, "Here it is, Mom! It was in my room. Next time you need to look harder."

Hmm... where did he learn that? :)

Growing Up

Yesterday Guy had a party, and I'm positive it'll be the easiest one I'll ever host. His guests kept him busy for a good chunk of time. They all shared food, games, and even used the bathroom at the same time (washing hands and everything). After lunch, they all took a nap in his room with him--in his bed, on the love sac, and on the floor. They were fantastic guests that are welcome anytime.*

Thanks for coming Busytown Mystery characters, Woody, Buzz, and Jessie.

Today one friend got stuck in the toilet while on a bathroom break. Guy hurried to let them out.

*for the next couple of years anyhow--until he's old enough that it gets weird.


Yea for his imagination and the new realm he entered yesterday. His spontaneous "party" was the first time he's played make believe.

I Had Something Else in Mind

... unfortunately, Cooper wasn't on the same page.

Maybe next year, since I finally took the tree down today. Which would be the reason why Guy cried/whined for almost 45 minutes straight.  "I don't want you to take down my tree."

A Few Things

Jury is out - MAYBE I'm enjoying "Guy's" sidewalk chalk as much as he is. Even if I just realized I never drew Donald Duck's right hand--my left hand works better for me, anyhow. :)

 

Guy has been cruising on his bike for quite a while now. Sometimes we take a two mile walk around base housing in the mornings or evenings. Guy bikes the whole way every time. Sometimes a few times a week. He does GREAT!

I love when Coop does this with his pacifier. I just think it's funny. His quick update: His hair is still different colors and textures, his eyes are still blue, and he's 67th percentile in weight and height right now (21.5 lbs). He army crawls everywhere and gets into everything. Every once in a while he's spotted rocking on all fours and even making a few moves on all fours. He's happy and eating tons. We make a lot of his baby food, but on busy days, when we don't make any of it, he'll easily eat 7 of the large tubs.
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A couple of weeks ago Rob was helping Guy with something and Rob was getting a little frustrated. At one point, he asked Guy, "Why are you crazy?"
Guy: "I not crazy! I just like you!"
:)

Guy's often singing and dancing around. He makes up lots of songs as he goes. The "Why?" stage is definitely here. He's growing out of his 2T clothes a little early (which is a first for him). 
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Last thing of note. For the first time since we've been married we bought a piece of furniture. Two actually. When Rob and I got married we were both living on our own, so we just combined households and got rid of more stuff than we bought (don't mention his red kitchen decor to him - not a happy parting). We don't even have matching silverware for our 12 place settings, still. Anyway, last night we bought some new to us black leather couches. They needed a little TLC, and I still need to fix a couple of rips, but I'm so excited for the upgrade, they really look great. And I decided with two little boys used leather (thus less expensive leather) will give me less to worry about. :)

Parental Influence

Dad's:

Often we are still outside playing in the afternoon when the national anthem starts playing from the base speakers. When that happens, I'm teaching Guy to stand still and put his hand on his heart. After we did that the first time, I told him that we do it because we love America. He quickly responded, "Yeah! We love Captain America!"

Mom's:

Me: Guy, what does a red light say?
Guy: Stop!
Me: Yellow light?
Guy: Uh-oh
Me: Green light?
Guy: Go!
Me: Blue light?
Guy: Go Jimmer! Go BYU!

Atta boy. :)

Guy, the sponge

Today Guy and I ran a couple of errands. On the way back to the car, I insisted that Guy hold my hand in the parking lot. As he objected, I told him no, because I didn't want him to die. He said, "I want to die." Stubborn kid. I told him that dying isn't fun. It hurts. It's bad. It's sad. You don't want to die. And plenty of other things. As he continually insisted. I changed the subject and asked him what he wanted to eat for lunch when we got home. He momentarily forgot about his petition.

Until we got home (10 min later). First thing he said when Rob came out to the car after we got home was, "I want to die." ?!?!

We both tried telling him it wasn't any good. And distracted him long enough to eat lunch.

Three hours after the subject was initially presented Guy woke up from his nap. The first thing out of his mouth after he came out of his room was again, "I want to die." And this time he was whining about it.

This time, Rob's great idea was to tell him he wouldn't be able to hug us anymore, and he wouldn't be able to have his blanket anymore (which he was still cluthing since waking up). I'm still not sure which one was more important to him (us, or the blanket), but he hasn't mentioned the topic since then.

* the "funny kid" label isn't entirely appropriate, I realize, but it kind of fits there.

My Kid's on Crack

Guy had a particularly rough day today - he was out of sorts in almost every way. Church was really difficult, and then without a nap this afternoon, he was really on one by the end of the day (which ended super early for him).

While we were getting him ready for bed, Rob asked, "Did someone give you crack?"

Guy: "Yeah."

Rob: "Yeah? Who?"

"Uh . . . Santa."

I've always known Santa was trouble.

Does your kid . . .

hug other random-stranger kids walking around in the park?

At least the feeling was mutual. The other kid actually hugged Guy first, and over a span of about 30 minutes of independent play there were 3 different hugging moments when they crossed paths.

So, so wrong . . . don't you think?

He does this by himself. And the funny thing is that sometimes it looks like he is actually looking for something to eat. Really, though, I don't think he has a clue of what he's doing--and I promise, it's not a mimicked behavior (I've lost weight this summer!).

Bowl Lickin' Good

The beauty of this?

Well, it's oatmeal (who would have guessed?)--just what he eats for breakfast almost every morning.

:)

Shoes

Guy LOVES shoes. He tries to put his own on all the time (by the way, he just barely got into his 12 month clothes, but his shoe size is already 5--what a 2 year old wears), he tries to put other people's shoes on their own feet, sometimes he just carries shoes around with him, and every once in a while he tries to wear other people's shoes, like this.
These are Rob's motorcycle boots--they are heavy (steel toed) things. Guy got into the first one on his own, and Rob helped him with the second. He even walked a little with both on. That was really funny to see.

I'm in Trouble!

Rob started trying to teach Guy to fold his arms for prayers when he was about 3 weeks old. Okay, that's an exaggeration--but it was early, I promise.

Bless his heart for continuing to try to teach while not making it a big deal. A few days ago (when it hadn't been requested for a while) he did it, no problem. Now Guy will fold his arms on command almost all the time, and even on his own as he's walking around (what mom wouldn't think that's adorable, right?).

The other day, I asked him to hold something while I was changing his diaper. He heard "fold" and the rest of the diaper changing process was a breeze, yea.

The funniest episode so far, though . . . last night while I was getting him ready for bed he folded his arms on his own, which reminded me that I should pray with him (Rob was still at work). So, I actually had him fold his arms and kneel down on the bed, while I was kneeling down on the floor leaning on the bed. I then started a short prayer. And it really was a short prayer, but holy cow . . . while I was praying he lunged into the pillows on the bed (shrieking while doing it--me hearing this as I prayed), and then promplty returned to the kneeling/folded arms position. After I said "amen" and opened my eyes, he just looked at me and smiled.

I swear he thinks he pulled a fast one.

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I tried to get a photo of him kneeling with his arms folded this morning, but that didn't work . . . hopefully later.