1. There are a few things that Isaac does NOT like me to say no to. Like letting him have another cookie. When he asks me for another and I’ve already said no to it once or twice, he watches my mouth as he asks again. As I say the word “no” he screams “yes!” at the same time, as though the rules of one-more-cookie are governed by who is loudest instead of by who can reach the cookie jar. Once he tried to take the word ‘no’ right out of my mouth with his hand. That dang word ‘no’.
2. Whenever a firetruck goes by our apartment, or anything with a siren really, Isaac runs to tell me “I hear a firetruck.” and if I don’t acknowledge “you hear a firetruck” he keeps saying it over and over. I’ve tried acknowledging it by saying things like “me too!” or “yeah!” or “neat!” or just smiling…but he really wants me to repeat back to him that he heard a firetruck. That way he is absolutely certain that we are both on the same page about what he just heard. He does this with church bells too.
3. He’s been having a hard time getting settled at night lately and I think it might be time to push back his 7:00 bedtime a little. He’s been running out of his room at 7:15 while we are washing up the dinner dishes and saying “good morning!”
4. He has the book “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” memorized. He has several versions of it since he’s such a fan: the board book, the regular book and the pop-up book. He plays a “Very Hungry Caterpillar” app on the iPad and I get him to eat greens by telling him he’s the very hungry caterpillar and he needs to eat “one nice green leaf”…expect I’ve noticed lately, that when he reads the book he’s not saying “one nice green leaf”. He’s saying “one ice cream leaf”.
5. I’ve taught him to clean up his bath toys by putting them on a towel on the bathroom floor to dry. We’ve had some moldy toys in the past and I’ve been trying to postpone the moldy stage by making sure they dry out really well in between baths. So, we put them on the towel to dry and then later I put them all away. But, his method of getting the toys from the water to the towel needs fine tuning. He throws them all out, as fast as he can, soaking both me and the floor in a pelting of wet toys. And though I try to get him to slow down, he doesn’t. I end up shaking my head in resignation. He IS doing exactly as I asked. This one, I had coming.
I put this scrapbook page together about our day trip to the caves last year. That was a great day and well before Isaac was talking or needing a later bedtime or cleaning up toys. Amazing how much he’s grown in one year! I’m impatient to see what this next year brings. A day at a time, Robyn. A day at a time.