mess

I had a nice, relaxing shower this morning, until I realized how quiet it was. That's never a good sign. Gone are the days when Andy sits quietly in the bathroom while I shower. Now I close all the gates and let him have the run of the upstairs, and hope that he doesn't find some way to kill himself while I'm shaving my legs.

I got out of my shower and there he was, standing in the bathroom doorway. He had 7 Q-tips in his little hands. I said, "Andy, what did you get into?" He ran off to his room.

I toweled off and put on my robe. As I rounded the corner, there he was in his room, on his floor, surrounded by 500 Q-tips.

I exclaimed, "Andy! What did you do!?"

He looked up at me, smiled, and said, "Mess."

first sentence!

Are you ready? Huge thing, here, people.

"Qwirll (squirrel) go up tree!"

kiss daddy

We were saying goodnight to Andy just a few minutes ago. Every night we say goodnight to the things on his mantle ("Goodnight plant, goodnight snowman, goodnight wooden ducks...") and a few other things in the room. Then we hug him goodnight and put him in his crib.

Well, about 4 months ago he learned (as I've mentioned below) that asking for extra Mom hugs is a great way of stalling. That, coupled with his anti-Dad stance of late makes it hard for poor Shawn, though he generally does get a hug at the last minute.

Tonight we said goodnight to everything on the mantle. We said goodnight to the mist (aka the humidifier). He asked for a hug from Mommy. I hugged him. Then I told him to hug his daddy.

Shawn picked him up and he said, "Oh no no no no Daddy!"

pay the toll

As we were playing with Andy's choo choo trains, I took a minute to sit on the stairs next to the train table. Andy walked around it in circles, fascinated with his little miniature Thomas the Trains. After a few minutes, I barred his way with my leg and said, "You must pay the toll. The toll is one kiss!"

He looked down at the choo choo in his hands and then held it up to my lips.

what's in your pants?

Andy is just starting to grasp the basic meaning of going potty. He's not ready for potty training yet, but he is well aware of the process of the bodily function. And now he can tell me what's going on.

So I'll ask him: Andy, honey, what's in your pants?

And he'll look at me, matter-of-factly, and say: Poop!

The thing is, he started faking me out and I'd go running over with a new diaper and wipes and strip him down and it would be a complete lie; there was no poop.

So now I double check: Andy, is there poop in your pants?

Andy: Yeah. (Think Rain Man 'yeah')

Me: Is there really poop in your pants?

Andy: No.

Basically I think I'm going to have to keep checking for myself, because I never get a straight answer.

tantrums

Screaming on the floor.

Me: Mommy isn't going to pick you up if you're screaming, Andy.

Andy: Come on!

bedtime

Qwerty loves his bath. Then we pull him out and he gets mad. And then we diaper him while he squirms. Once we get his jammies on, he gets up and runs off. He and Dada play the boogie man game for a while, and then we calm him down. When we say, "Okay Andy, night night time," he gets up and runs out the door.

It's so cute.

When Shawn picks him up to put him in his crib Andy holds out his arms to me and cries. He pretends he wants a Mama hug; he really just knows the act will buy him another 30 seconds before the big sleep. Stinker.