FEBRUARY 20

I admit that my language is not G rated all the time. It has gotten much better since having B around, but I have not cut out all my favorite words to say in frustration. Up until now B hasn't repeated any of my bad habits. Yes, I said up until now. And boy was it funny!

B has been taking the remote's and "fixing" them by taking the back off and looking at the batteries. I then take it from him and help fix it by putting the back on again. Over and over we play this game. Impressively we have yet to lose the battery cover on any of our remotes. The other night Mimi was over and B found a remote and started to "fix" it. He came next to me and put the remote on the arm of the couch,he then took off the back and said "Janet" (Janet is the name of one of his teachers at school). Mimi and I looked at each other, we both thought that he had said Damn it. I asked him what he said and again he said "Janet". I looked at Mimi again and said, without B noticing, "I think he means to say Damn it", Mimi agreed. B continued to "fix" the remote and again started talking to himself. This time there was no mistaking it, he came right out and clear as day said "Damn it". It was great. Damn it is the one phrase I can not do without.

FEBRUARY 16

Another big post update all about B, I’ve been writing them down waiting to have time to post them all. It’s amazing how his little mind works. Every day he does or says something that just makes me do a double take.  Here are some little glimpses into his little mind.

•  At our house we have been trying to cut back on TV time. When we get home during the week I don’t turn the TV on until we are ready to watch one show before bed or if I want to watch the news. I like the world news that comes on at 6:30 so it’s a little early because we usually watch a show at 7:30 before bed.  So I have to really think about wanting to be informed about the worlds happenings before I turn the TV on, because once it’s on, it stays on.  One day last week I was really interested in what was happening in Egypt, the whole “people wanting a change and peacefully protesting” thing. I was trying hard to listen as B made sounds of fire trucks, ambulances, and “big trucks”, all while climbing on me with his toys. I tried reasoning with him, telling him I wanted to listen to the news, basically pleading with him to cooperate for the remainder of the snow.  He of course at this point starting paying attention to what was on the news.  At the time they were showing all the people gathered in the square protesting and he quickly asked “What they doing?” I said they are protesting because they want a new president, I know it’s a bit over his head, but I just didn’t know what else to say. He then became even more interested in watching the people protest. He sat for a minute or two watching the people, I was happy because gone were the sirens and I could actually listen to the news correspondent. When all of a sudden B looked at me and put his little hands into fists and threw them up in the air and said “People mad! Want presents! Want toys!” If only that is all the people of Egypt wanted. Through the eyes of the child no problem is too big. Just give the people toys and they will be happy.

• McDonald's marketing team is genius. Not only do they have the most recognizable sign, (I think possibly in the whole world) they offer toys with their food! It’s amazing how fast B learned this. And it’s amazing just how many McD’s there are on the drive home, to the grocery store, to the gas station, and on the way to Grandmother’s house. It’s a tough one because it is just so easy to stop on the way home and pick up a meal for around $4.00, especially on those super busy weekday nights where you have no idea how you are going to make dinner, let alone get to bed at all. B has taken to call it Old MacDonald’s. And nearly every day when we drive past one that is seconds from our house, he says “We go Old MacDonald’s?” And nearly every day I respond, “No, not today”. My response usually provokes a few grunts and groans mixed in with some powerful yes’s. If he didn’t eat the meals I would have no problem with McD’s, but he does eat them and usually pretty well. But it just doesn’t help me try to cut back on the buying of toys for B. He gets a meal he eats and a toy he asks for daily. McD’s is a thorn in my “trying to cut back on buying B toys” campaign.

• B really doesn’t have any experience with tiny, newborn babies. He see’s little one’s at school but not new, new babies. Yesterday we got to see one! A little friend at school just became a big brother. His Momma came to pick him up and had the new baby in a sling under her coat all nice and cozy. I was chatting with the mom and gushing over how sweet the little guy was right before we walked into the Butterfly room where both the boys were. They saw us and each came over to us, ready to go home. I told B about the Baby C’s Momma had and he looked at it all bundled up under the Momma’s coat. He seemed a little interested, but was distracted because C really wanted his cookie he had decorated earlier that day and was crying to his Momma about it. I of course wanted B to instantly love the tiny baby and gush over it like I did. He just looked at it. I really didn’t think he paid much attention until later that night when we were playing with his tiny trucks. He was driving them on my belly, which he was calling a hill, and making the appropriate noises for them. When he said they were “baby” trucks and even started pretend crying for them. He noticed my pocket and then drove the truck the truck into my pocket and said “Pocket like babies. Put truck in pocket”. How sweet. He remembered the baby and thought that it had been in the Momma’s pocket of her coat. Heart melted even as he continued to drive his truck over my “hill” and wanting to park it in the hole, aka my belly button.