Me and my kiddo

Me and my kiddo

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Loving my delightfully quirky kid...

... as I look at this list of cute antics from the last month :)

• when playing hot and cold with his friends to indicate where a ball was hidden, he suddenly announced "thermometer power outage".  (And refused to give more hints)

• When I was so tired and just not up for a fourth round of his big hugs, he came up and nuzzled my hand with his nose :)

• listening to the Cats musical but getting the words a bit wrong, "Magical Mr. Aristophanes"

• making it clear he's enjoying my reading with yet another non-funny joke (humor is a challenge, but he doesn't do this kind of thing as often as he used to and I can translate it into that he's thrilled), "Read until your life spouts out of your ears and then you can probably stop."

• changing a rare occurrence in which this was the actual answer into something common, "Why do adults always use that excuse! [Because I asked you to.]" (I will keep an eye out though; he's highly capable of understanding reasons. We've also had the chats about a pleasant relationship.)

• doing fencing exercises with Daddy, he was highly focal about working his muscles, "Eeee, aaaaah, ooof… squeak, squeak!"

• (only cute because he didn't hurt himself), trying to wash his hands under our friends' insta-hot faucet (He pulled away from the boiling water fast enough to avoid burns.)

• being the eager retriever fetching the motorized plane that kept crashing and declaring, "That last glorious flight was a disaster for the plane."

• coming into the office and informing us, "I was thinking of helping pay the family taxes as long as I get back what I put it."  (Ya… well, sorta out of his ballpark, but very sweet :))

• declaring his favorite color to be red orange

• being about as sport's illiterate as his parents, he heard someone talking about a baseball dugout and asked incredulously, "a dug out for balls?!?"

• locking all the house doors to "keep the wolves out". (He did get back from exploring for 15 minutes in the dark, but he wasn't a bit frightened.  He just let us know his plan with a smile.)

• answering a playful "why should I love you" with, "Because I'm a loving son who can give you hardships but can give you laughing matters."

• describing his explores along the stream below our house to some of my friends, he said he came to place in the woods where the water falls and forms a pit like the "Black Hole of Calcutta".  (He then told them the whole story from the Nawab of Bengal to Amir Jafar and the British response… ya, I'll admit I encouraged him this time to see how far the memory would go beyond the gory betrayal.)

• while leaving to go explore (just after Andrew got home and was giving me kisses), "Have fun with your kissing party!"

• hearing my happy moan while enjoying an epsom salt bath he opened the bathroom door and asked, "Are you enjoying your oasis?" (I just laughed, but, oh yes! Don't you just love how air bubbles gently rub your cheek bones and eye lids when you breath out under water.  Simply sublime!)

• commenting, "No one wants to poke another person's eye on purpose these days." (It's actually more of a serious issue with him having challenges both making better choices around peers and then listening to adults who are trying to redirect him.  We're working on it, but at least it's not intentional.)

• deprecating my song choice with a wrinkled nose and saying it was too "nice and non-action-y". (Hmph, I guess Disney is out for awhile.)

• bringing down a lego creation that looked like a tower and declaring that he'd made "la joyeuse" (Charlemagne's sword)

• asking his occupational therapist, "Do I get a reward for that?" (He explained that asking worked for the Great Brain character so he thought he'd try it on us. Didn't work.)

He was trying to avoid using a new pencil grip to address his habit of gripping the pencil incorrectly.  He'd tried it and decided he didn't care if his arm got more tired and writing was more difficult; he didn't want to change!  I pointed out some of the results of that choice and he said, "What's wrong with being Metternich for a time?"
Oh, I love my child!  We talked about how it worked out for Metternich and Europe and how ignoring facts to avoid change works out for anybody… he decided to use the pencil grip.
Yay for being historically minded!

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