I haven't written since before Mother's Day, it's true. The passing of Danny's grandpa delayed me and before I knew it we were carried away by the summer and the leaves started changing colors for the Fall. I've kept notes during that time and I'll update with pictures later, right now I just want to stop falling behind and write something down.
Lincoln loves books. He loves how they taste, he loves how the page turn, and he loves the sound they make as they slap the floor. But try to read him one and you'll be lucky to get to words out before he reaches out to snatch it. Lincoln loves books.
Boston is a vocabulary machine. At two and a half years old, he knows the names of basic dinosaurs by learning them from the book I happened to find at the DI months ago. He knows how to recognize and pronounce (mostly) species like Tyrannosaurus Rex, Triceratops, and Prenocephale (it has a big round head and "bonks" heads with others of its kind; whenever I mention that name Boston immediately grins and says "Bonk!"). Whenever he hears a new word he immediately tries to mimic it. He is even clever enough to come up with is own titles for things based on what he thinks he hears.
For example, today we went outside and there was frost on the ground. When I mentioned this to him, he exclaimed with glee as he stomped through it, "It's frosting!" He has a whole list of hilarious words for things. Some of my favorites include:
"sword" for sore
"forkhead" for forehead
"winkin" or "wink" for Lincoln
Lincoln loves books. He loves how they taste, he loves how the page turn, and he loves the sound they make as they slap the floor. But try to read him one and you'll be lucky to get to words out before he reaches out to snatch it. Lincoln loves books.
Boston is a vocabulary machine. At two and a half years old, he knows the names of basic dinosaurs by learning them from the book I happened to find at the DI months ago. He knows how to recognize and pronounce (mostly) species like Tyrannosaurus Rex, Triceratops, and Prenocephale (it has a big round head and "bonks" heads with others of its kind; whenever I mention that name Boston immediately grins and says "Bonk!"). Whenever he hears a new word he immediately tries to mimic it. He is even clever enough to come up with is own titles for things based on what he thinks he hears.
For example, today we went outside and there was frost on the ground. When I mentioned this to him, he exclaimed with glee as he stomped through it, "It's frosting!" He has a whole list of hilarious words for things. Some of my favorites include:
"sword" for sore
"forkhead" for forehead
"winkin" or "wink" for Lincoln
He also spouts it hilarious phrases at random. "You came back for me!" when I arrive to pick him up from day care. After I zip up his sweater for him, "Good job, Mommy! You did it!" Whenever he sits in his car seat and we get ready to put in his seatbelt, "No, I do it!"
Yesterday I had a relief society activity in the evening and brought the kids with me because Danny was working late. When I told Boston we were going to a church activity to play with some friends he refused to put on his jacket or shoes until I let him wear a tie. And not just any tie, it had to be his purple one. What could I do but comply? (It probably goes without saying that he was the only kid there dressed to his standards on a Thursday night. He looked so darn cute.)Danny is working like crazy these days. Traveling out of town, working late hours at various clients, it often feels like it will never get better. It's made us enjoy the time we do get to be with him all the more.
I'll write more again soon.
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