To Have and Hold Not
There is still major gappage in Master CuteCheeks' speech, but not so much that we can't understand him (usually). He's got the beginning and the end bits, but he still takes two-year-old-logical leaps with the middle bits. Particularly, he's not grasping the grasping verbs.
"May I please bye-eeet?" says he, eyeing our bag of popcorn.
May I Please is something I started to teach him before going to Russia, then Ainsley had it truly inculcated by the time I got back. Which makes some of his phrases downright silly.
"May I please cracker please?"
Sometimes you can see him physically struggle and then just give up:
"May I please ... (thinking of the word matching whatever it is he wants you to give him) ... that?"
The scary part is that while Ainsley and I can talk to each other like Ryan, that kind of stuff really should be left at home. A lady at work brought in a home-made dessert for an office birthday celebration, so as she was leaving, I said in a singsong Ryany voice, "Thank you cupcakes!"
Then had to explain that I wasn't calling HER 'cupcakes', but that my adorable son tends to grown on me.
Tried to take him to CiCi's Pizza last night with Dad since he'd never been -- Ainsley had taken Erin to the doc's to make sure her lack of being able to sleep and nightly screeching fits didn't equate to an ear infection (Nope-Just Perpetually Grumpy) -- but there was a line out the door, so we walked down the parking lot to Cheeseburger's in Paradise (another first for Dad), though, ironically, none of us had a cheeseburger. My chicken/onion/mushroom quesadilla was a little off, but the fried buffalo shrimp was awesome, and Ryan enjoyed his mac & cheese and sorta broccoli mixed in when we could hide it under enough noodles. The boy's getting a little particular. But he eats peppers. I didn't start eating peppers until I was 36 and a half.
Still rough getting him down at night. After a past-ten night yesterday, he woke up crying at 0520 this morning, though I was able to get him to sleep and catch 12 more quick minutes of zzzs before the alarm. I've been trying to get him to lie down in his crib before I'd sing to him as requested, though when he'd lift his head and I'd stop, and he'd put his head down and I'd start again where I'd left off, he'd just start laughing, enjoying the Red Light Green Light Daddy Singing Toy.
"May I please bye-eeet?" says he, eyeing our bag of popcorn.
May I Please is something I started to teach him before going to Russia, then Ainsley had it truly inculcated by the time I got back. Which makes some of his phrases downright silly.
"May I please cracker please?"
Sometimes you can see him physically struggle and then just give up:
"May I please ... (thinking of the word matching whatever it is he wants you to give him) ... that?"
The scary part is that while Ainsley and I can talk to each other like Ryan, that kind of stuff really should be left at home. A lady at work brought in a home-made dessert for an office birthday celebration, so as she was leaving, I said in a singsong Ryany voice, "Thank you cupcakes!"
Then had to explain that I wasn't calling HER 'cupcakes', but that my adorable son tends to grown on me.
Tried to take him to CiCi's Pizza last night with Dad since he'd never been -- Ainsley had taken Erin to the doc's to make sure her lack of being able to sleep and nightly screeching fits didn't equate to an ear infection (Nope-Just Perpetually Grumpy) -- but there was a line out the door, so we walked down the parking lot to Cheeseburger's in Paradise (another first for Dad), though, ironically, none of us had a cheeseburger. My chicken/onion/mushroom quesadilla was a little off, but the fried buffalo shrimp was awesome, and Ryan enjoyed his mac & cheese and sorta broccoli mixed in when we could hide it under enough noodles. The boy's getting a little particular. But he eats peppers. I didn't start eating peppers until I was 36 and a half.
Still rough getting him down at night. After a past-ten night yesterday, he woke up crying at 0520 this morning, though I was able to get him to sleep and catch 12 more quick minutes of zzzs before the alarm. I've been trying to get him to lie down in his crib before I'd sing to him as requested, though when he'd lift his head and I'd stop, and he'd put his head down and I'd start again where I'd left off, he'd just start laughing, enjoying the Red Light Green Light Daddy Singing Toy.
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