Dear Mr. Carle: I have a new book for you to write:
Taco Bell, Taco Bell what do you see? I see a motorcycle looking at me.
Motorcycle, motorcycle what do you see? I see chicken nuggets looking at me.
Chicken nuggets, chicken nuggets what do you see? I see mommy looking at me.
Thank you. That is all.
Sincerely,
Aidan
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Introducing the New Huff & Puff Air Gun
Although my hubby would probably argue that he is full of wit and humor, some of us might beg to differ. But some days, I wonder where our 3-year old gets his sense of humor from.
Probably like any 3 year old, Aidan loves reciting a few of the famous lines from the Three Little Pigs. The part where the wolf wants to get into the house. So we take turns being the wolf and pig. We'll have to repeat the lines over and over until I can think of something creative to distract him with.
Yesterday, Aidan took a creative approach to the wolf's role of huffing and puffing. He lugged his ball popper next to the chair I was sitting in and once again, started reciting the big bad wolf's line, and I followed with "not by the hair of my chinny chin chin". Then he armed himself with his ball popper as if it were a bazooka, aimed it at my hair, and turned it on. You can imagine his peals of laughter as he fired the air from the ball popper at me while he tried to recite through his giggles, "then, I'm gonna huff, and puff, and blow your house down". How did I end up with such a prankster for a child?
Maybe all the credit goes to Despicable Me, which we had just watched a day earlier, with all of their big, bulky, piranha guns, squid guns, and inflatable Vector guns. Now we have the big, bad Huff & Puff Forced Air gun. You should get one. It plays a silly tune that will make your youngster scream and giggle while it huffs and puffs your house down.
Probably like any 3 year old, Aidan loves reciting a few of the famous lines from the Three Little Pigs. The part where the wolf wants to get into the house. So we take turns being the wolf and pig. We'll have to repeat the lines over and over until I can think of something creative to distract him with.
Yesterday, Aidan took a creative approach to the wolf's role of huffing and puffing. He lugged his ball popper next to the chair I was sitting in and once again, started reciting the big bad wolf's line, and I followed with "not by the hair of my chinny chin chin". Then he armed himself with his ball popper as if it were a bazooka, aimed it at my hair, and turned it on. You can imagine his peals of laughter as he fired the air from the ball popper at me while he tried to recite through his giggles, "then, I'm gonna huff, and puff, and blow your house down". How did I end up with such a prankster for a child?
Maybe all the credit goes to Despicable Me, which we had just watched a day earlier, with all of their big, bulky, piranha guns, squid guns, and inflatable Vector guns. Now we have the big, bad Huff & Puff Forced Air gun. You should get one. It plays a silly tune that will make your youngster scream and giggle while it huffs and puffs your house down.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Toothpaste and Chocolate
During our morning rituals today, Aidan and I prepared to brush our teeth. He reached for my toothpaste. I stopped him and said "No, that's mommy's toothpaste. You wouldn't like that kind," as I lead him toward his Ben 10, bubble gum flavored toothpaste. He then asked, "It's chocolate?"
I'm still pondering on whether that little conversation makes a statement about his aversion to chocolate, or if it makes a bigger statement about my eating habits. I'm not sure which.
I'm still pondering on whether that little conversation makes a statement about his aversion to chocolate, or if it makes a bigger statement about my eating habits. I'm not sure which.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Boogers and Other Sleep Habits
It's been a revealing week for me...and it's only Wednesday! First, after being wakened around 1:00 am Tuesday morning to Aidan's screams and cries, I discovered that he has made quite a lot of leaps with his potty training progress. When I got to his room and asked what was wrong, he sniveled, "I have to go potty." Yessss! I'm so excited (lol). Only then did I think back to the last couple of weeks and realized that we really hadn't had any accidents during the day. And he has been dry most of the mornings, too. So maybe there is hope that we actually won't have to buy pull-ups and wet wipes some day!
The other revelation this week is that he has finally learned the habit of picking his nose. Not so much during the day, but during those last few waking moments as he struggles against the R.E.M. stage of sleep.
As I watched him fall asleep for the last two nights, I was filled with wonder at how someone who is half asleep can have such a busy finger probing around in his nasal cavity. What really got me curious last night was when just as his eye lids were getting too heavy and his eyes were just about rolling into the back of his head, his probing finger ejected from his nose and inserted right into his mouth. The last thing he did before succombing to the R.E.M. struggle was to swallow. Eeew. I never would have considered that he was about to do that...never.
But it made me ponder for a few minutes. Is the human habit of nose picking, along with EATING IT, such a primal instinct that a young child can perform the task unconsciously? Or is it just simply a learned behavior from classmates at preschool? Regardless of which it is, it is a very powerful force.
So as I get to wane away from pull-ups and wet wipes, I will now get to focus efforts on etiquette and tissues. May the force be with me.
The other revelation this week is that he has finally learned the habit of picking his nose. Not so much during the day, but during those last few waking moments as he struggles against the R.E.M. stage of sleep.
As I watched him fall asleep for the last two nights, I was filled with wonder at how someone who is half asleep can have such a busy finger probing around in his nasal cavity. What really got me curious last night was when just as his eye lids were getting too heavy and his eyes were just about rolling into the back of his head, his probing finger ejected from his nose and inserted right into his mouth. The last thing he did before succombing to the R.E.M. struggle was to swallow. Eeew. I never would have considered that he was about to do that...never.
But it made me ponder for a few minutes. Is the human habit of nose picking, along with EATING IT, such a primal instinct that a young child can perform the task unconsciously? Or is it just simply a learned behavior from classmates at preschool? Regardless of which it is, it is a very powerful force.
So as I get to wane away from pull-ups and wet wipes, I will now get to focus efforts on etiquette and tissues. May the force be with me.
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