You know those bloggers that brag on their kids?
How they read at 18 months
and program computers by the age of 5?
My turn.
Dude has a wicked arm.
He can throw with purpose, directionality and distance.
Over and over again.
Never missing the intended target.
Dude can also count to 12.
Clearly, correctly and with purposeful one to one matching.
All of the numbers, except 1, start with a "d", but whatever.
And his vocabulary is exploding.
How do I know all of this? Can I prove it?
Just take in this one short 12 second example of my son's special gifts.
It was dinner time.
I strapped my tired
"I'm not napping in that flipping big boy bed
and you can't make me so there"
son into his highchair.
Gave him the coveted bowl of (brown) rice
and chicken
with a side of steamed yellow beans.
Took a second to visit the bathroom in peace. Alone.
Well, 12 seconds apparently.
This is what I heard as I perched there in solitude...
one fro da rice
do fro da rice
dree fro da rice
door fro da rice
dive fro da rice
and so on
dix, deven, date, dine, den, deleben, delve
And 12 seconds later, dinner was over.
All over.
My house.
For about 3 1/2 meters.
On couches, and chairs
in toy bins, in hair
and on the carpet
every flipping square inch of the entire carpet
in every direction.
I really should have taken a picture.
But I was pissed.
Really really pissed.
I cooked that flipping rice for 50 minutes.
Actually roasted the bloody bird.
Steamed the beans.
And if you know me this is all VERY unusual...
(here is a remnant that was overlooked)
So I took weapons 13 through 20 away
left him in the highchair
and cleaned my house.
Starting with the vacuum.
He is terrified of the vacuum,
really scared.
Except today
within 30 seconds he looked like this
at 6:15
with an empty stomach.
This could end badly
but right now he slumbers,
peacefully,
in his big boy bed
with rice down the front of his diaper
and in his hair.
And maybe I'll use my time to read a magazine
alone...
3 comments:
I shouldn't laugh... I know how much effort the cooking is for you (you have so many lovely people who love to feed you)... but I did laugh. So sorry! I hope he sleeps through the night in his big boy bed.
Missing you both...
J+M
So I guess baseball might be a sport preference????....thanks for bragging!!....
I know I shouldn't laugh but ummm...yah, laughing! What is it with kids and throwing food that's so fun? I can picture Ben doing it because sadly I've seen my little doing it too! I used your technique of cleaning too and she was not impressed. She's not afraid of the vaccuum but always wants to push it so I did it without her and she was not happy.
Now....off for a snack. Suddenly in the mood for rice. :o)
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