A chilly drizzle day meant we had to stay indoors… No problem, Keeghan will just spend a little time with his favorite puzzle.
Ian was perfectly able to occupy himself, too.
His father asked him why he’d spent the afternoon systematically trashing his room. He replied, “it’s just what I do.”
Michael: It’s time to go in.
Ian: But I want one more minute!
Michael: You’ve had one more minute. I’ll tell you what. If you can tell me what 4+3 is, I’ll give you that many more minutes.
Ian: SEVEN.
In other news, this child has managed to make his preschool teachers doubt he can identify basic shapes or count higher than 12.
Nearly every morning, the first thing Ian says when he wakes up is, “I’M HUNGRY.” I’m usually in the middle of something- feeding the baby, using the toilet, or, rarely, sleeping. The request gets louder and more insistent until breakfast is produced.
Last night, I:
So this morning, no yelling. No waiting. No cranky.
I couldn’t tell if he was more excited that his name was on the stuff in the fridge, or that I included juice- a special Saturday treat.
Ian: tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!
Michael: no more tickle.
Keeghan: I want tickle!
Me: wow, that’s a pretty scary looking dinosaur. I wouldn’t want to see it come jumping out at me!
Ian: well, I would just swing my shovel and it would be very pointy and dangerous.
Me: you mean if that dinosaur came at you?
Ian: yes. I would just swing my shovel and it would have to stay back. Swish swish, I’d swing it back and forth.
Whacking danger in the face with a shovel… He’s a boy after my own heart.
Ian is mimicking Keeghan crawling and pulling up. Both think this is the funniest thing EVER.
Ian: (accompanied by the semi-hysterical, semi-maniacal giggle that means we missed bedtime) Look at my butt! Everyone look at my butt! It’s my butt! Look! I’m showing my butt!
Keeghan: BUTT! BUUUUUTT! BUTT!
Michael: Oh, man, the floodgates are just opened, aren’t they?
Me: … (facepalm)