But I'm a good listener.
You are?
Yeah.
Did I tell you not to throw?
Yes.
Did you throw it?
Yeah.
Well, that's not being a good listener.
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With my parents this morning:
How many hands do you have?
Two.
How many feet do you have?
Two.
How many eyes do you have?
Two.
How many ears do you have?
Two.
How many noses do you have?
One!
How many fingers do you have?
A lot.
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Saturday, January 29, 2011
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
32 months old
One thing that irritates both Jon and I to no end is whining. From anyone - child or adult. Neither of us have the patience for it I'm afraid. To say this past month has really tried our patience is an understatement, as Logan has picked up whining with a vengeance. :(
We'll say, "Logan, please stop whining."
And he'll whine back, "But I'm not whining!"
*sigh*
Logan continues to mature day by day (baby whining aside). Some of the biggest changes for him this last month happened in the bathroom. He now, often times, runs into the bathroom all on his own, pulls down his pants/shorts and underwear, and sits down to pee (he's not yet able to pee standing up, thank goodness!). He still needs a little help pulling his underwear and pants/shorts back up, but he's getting there (sometimes he'll walk out of the bathroom calling for my help, with his shorts halfway up his butt. hehe)
While he continues to have constipation battles (ever since he was an infant really), he's now pooping in the potty too! This was a biggie for us, since we really struggled with getting him to understand that he needed to poop in the potty rather than his diaper/underwear. He really resisted us for a long time on this one, but has finally seemed to get over that hump. THANK GOD as my laundry load lightens just a little.
He has also started waking up in the middle of the night, asking to go potty, and just recently, we started putting him to bed at night diaper-free. We're only a couple of nights in, so it's hard to say if we're officially finished with diapers, but so far so good! Let's hope the trend continues since it is soooo much nicer having just one kid in diapers to deal with rather than the two! ;-)
I consciously decided against packing any milk bottles for Logan, for our trip to Texas. I just didn't want to deal with it, and I figured it might get him out of the habit of asking for a bottle every morning. The plan seemed to work - he went without a milk bottle (and didn't seem bothered in the least bit!) the entire time. However, the MINUTE we got back home, he woke up demanding his daily morning milk. I was a little bummed - it's just one more thing I'd like to move past, frankly. Still, he's doing better. Now he only asks for his milk every once in awhile rather than every. single. morning while practically still laying in bed. We have a couple more trips coming up both this weekend (LA) and next week (Hawaii - woo!) - and I plan to stick the course and not pack any milk bottles then too. We'll see how he does. :)
You can clearly see my boy getting older, and it makes me both happy and sad. He loves to sing his ABCs and point out letters and count 1-2-3-4-7-go! And, with numbers comes the all important proud moment of telling everyone how old he is. He's usually accurate - holding up two fingers while telling you he's two. But, every now and then he'll either hold up three fingers or say "free" when you ask him how old he is. I don't blame him though, I used to tell people I was older than I really was for a loooong long time. Funny how I don't do that so much anymore.
But probably the change that has strangely, impacted me the most, is his words. His new found words. His ultra hip, very 8 year old and not at all 2 year old words.
Logan, would you like some juice?
Sure, Mom.
We'll say, "Logan, please stop whining."
And he'll whine back, "But I'm not whining!"
*sigh*
Logan continues to mature day by day (baby whining aside). Some of the biggest changes for him this last month happened in the bathroom. He now, often times, runs into the bathroom all on his own, pulls down his pants/shorts and underwear, and sits down to pee (he's not yet able to pee standing up, thank goodness!). He still needs a little help pulling his underwear and pants/shorts back up, but he's getting there (sometimes he'll walk out of the bathroom calling for my help, with his shorts halfway up his butt. hehe)
While he continues to have constipation battles (ever since he was an infant really), he's now pooping in the potty too! This was a biggie for us, since we really struggled with getting him to understand that he needed to poop in the potty rather than his diaper/underwear. He really resisted us for a long time on this one, but has finally seemed to get over that hump. THANK GOD as my laundry load lightens just a little.
He has also started waking up in the middle of the night, asking to go potty, and just recently, we started putting him to bed at night diaper-free. We're only a couple of nights in, so it's hard to say if we're officially finished with diapers, but so far so good! Let's hope the trend continues since it is soooo much nicer having just one kid in diapers to deal with rather than the two! ;-)
I consciously decided against packing any milk bottles for Logan, for our trip to Texas. I just didn't want to deal with it, and I figured it might get him out of the habit of asking for a bottle every morning. The plan seemed to work - he went without a milk bottle (and didn't seem bothered in the least bit!) the entire time. However, the MINUTE we got back home, he woke up demanding his daily morning milk. I was a little bummed - it's just one more thing I'd like to move past, frankly. Still, he's doing better. Now he only asks for his milk every once in awhile rather than every. single. morning while practically still laying in bed. We have a couple more trips coming up both this weekend (LA) and next week (Hawaii - woo!) - and I plan to stick the course and not pack any milk bottles then too. We'll see how he does. :)
You can clearly see my boy getting older, and it makes me both happy and sad. He loves to sing his ABCs and point out letters and count 1-2-3-4-7-go! And, with numbers comes the all important proud moment of telling everyone how old he is. He's usually accurate - holding up two fingers while telling you he's two. But, every now and then he'll either hold up three fingers or say "free" when you ask him how old he is. I don't blame him though, I used to tell people I was older than I really was for a loooong long time. Funny how I don't do that so much anymore.
But probably the change that has strangely, impacted me the most, is his words. His new found words. His ultra hip, very 8 year old and not at all 2 year old words.Logan, would you like some juice?
Sure, Mom.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Our Counting Machine
This week has been crazy hectic - Jon's been burning the midnight oil, at both ends, with work and I've just been trying to keep my head above water, juggling my own busy work schedule and primary parenting duties this week.
In any case - I didn't get a chance to post a significant new development! I can't remember when exactly it happened, but one night this week while Logan was sitting in the bathtub (not taking a bath, he just likes to climb in there and play with his toys), I heard him COUNTING as he slapped the little foam ABCs against the side of the tub.
uun...
doo...
eee...
ore!
He got to number four, before he then started saying two over and over again (and if you say "one" he'll immediately say "two" but that's it, not "three" or "four"), so I'm not sure he knows yet what he's reciting or what it means. I get the feeling the school does a lot of counting with the kids and he's just picking up on the words, and that the sound of "two" follows the sound of "one".
But still, it was pretty amazing and tons of fun to hear him babble on his own! :) Yet another thing that we can focus on and help him to learn more and more of!
In any case - I didn't get a chance to post a significant new development! I can't remember when exactly it happened, but one night this week while Logan was sitting in the bathtub (not taking a bath, he just likes to climb in there and play with his toys), I heard him COUNTING as he slapped the little foam ABCs against the side of the tub.
uun...
doo...
eee...
ore!
He got to number four, before he then started saying two over and over again (and if you say "one" he'll immediately say "two" but that's it, not "three" or "four"), so I'm not sure he knows yet what he's reciting or what it means. I get the feeling the school does a lot of counting with the kids and he's just picking up on the words, and that the sound of "two" follows the sound of "one".
But still, it was pretty amazing and tons of fun to hear him babble on his own! :) Yet another thing that we can focus on and help him to learn more and more of!
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