Tuesday Tidbits

This weekend I had the pleasure of toodling around town with Bo. Do any of you toodle? Is that a made-up word? Well, let me tell you---you're missing out if you don't toodle. I had such a great time with Bo. He is a delightful boy. And that's largely because I am his mother and find his idiosyncrasies charming and endearing. Not at all annoying, like the little girls who's necks he tries to lick may think.

Bo is an easy-going kid and easily gets kind of crowded into the background by his much more demanding and needy siblings. It is hard for me to not let him just chill out in the background. It's easier for me, but it's not fair to him. Running errands around town together reminded me just how delightful he can be. I love conversations with him. He has one frustrating habit that he came by completely honestly. He will "start" a conversation in his head and then "end" it out loud with me. I will have no idea what he's talking about, where he's coming from, what he's referring to. I'll have to ask 7 different ways for clarification and THEN we can have a coherent conversation. J has been known to blurt out, "Isn't that a great idea!?!" after long minutes of silence at the dinner table.

I know, hard to believe there's even a second of silence in this household, huh? I may have exaggerated how long it was quiet before he blurted that out.

After 2 hours of running around, Bo had had enough.

I looked at the digital clock on the dashboard and said, "When it says six-thirty-three, we will be home." That was after I said, "We'll be home in five minutes" and he counted to five and said, "We aren't hoooooome yet!"

So, he started chanting the time, over and over. 6:28 then 6:29, and then came the devastating 6:30. It broke my heart. It took me a few seconds, well, about 34 to be exact, to realize how devastating it was.

My little baby doesn't say "sirty" anymore. He didn't even really say sirty, he'd say, "Sohty". It's all fading much too fast. He says "thowty". I have to be grateful for the marked absence of an R in that word, but I can't help but to mourn over the sudden appearance of the TH blend.

Please take a moment to mourn with me. My baby who will be 5 in exactly 1 month is losing his speech impediment. No one told me how hard this would be.

Nextly. I may need to remind you at this point that I am a mommy blogger. The dreaded mommy blogger. Because not only did I just type extensively about a 4 year old now pronouncing the TH sound, I am about to embark on an even more menial subject. You thought it wasn't possible. Let me show you....

The other day Avee announced that she is no longer 3. She didn't even last a whole month. When I asked her how old she is, I expected her to say 4--like Bo. Or 9, like her bff. Or any number that would make her the big girl most little girls want to be. She said two. And then she showed me with her little fingers, in case there was any misunderstanding on my part.

I found this completely hilarious with a side of adorable. I have asked her several times or let her overhear me saying she was 3. Just to get the response, "I don't want to be 3, I'm 2!"

Well, as any good mommy blogger does, I tried to capture the statement on camera. It was THERE that I learned WHY she doesn't want to be 3. It's brilliant, I tell you.




Lastly, a picture for my closest friends who just skim my blog for pictures. I cherish our friendship.

I loved how Danyo was just hanging out in the stroller.