And The Other
I only got around to one update the other day, so here's the other.
Will got a trundle bed in December, a little on the early side for my taste, but he was threatening to climb out of his crib and I didn't want him falling. Of course he thought this new-found freedom from bars gave him a carte blanche invitation to come running out of his room whenever he felt like it, including nap and bed times.
After miserably sitting and holding the door shut one day to ensure he actually took a nap, I broke down and got doorknob covers. I felt so bad for doing it. We never had to do it with Abby. Of course, when we told her she had to stay in her room after we left, she did. She didn't like it, but she stayed. She's a rule follower (not sure where she gets that!) Will is NOT a rule follower.
We also reassembled the crib, which we had prematurely taken out of his room. So, now he gets to choose where he sleeps. Somehow the choice between crib and big-boy bed has made the transition easier. He picks the crib more, but the kids love playing on the trundle.
He's still into sports. He uses a tennis racquet to hit a volleyball and toy skillets/griddles as ping pong paddles. When he throws a football, he yells, "Go long!" thanks to his dad and his new favorite movie, The Incredibles. And he's learned how to "tackle" himself by falling over and yelling "Tackle!" I actually heard a neighbor kid walk by the other day and say "I think the only thing [Will] doesn't play is bowling!" That's about right although I'm sure we'll discover that soon enough. It's a good thing we have a big open space upstairs. It has become his indoor field/court/gym.
As for his movie preference, "I'n watch crebibles" has now become a regular request around here. Along with it has come a fascination with guns. Great. He runs around the house using whatever he can find as a gun and yells "Show yourself!"
I say "No guns."
He says "Yes guns. Mommy, please!?!?!"
"No, mommy doesn't like guns. They are mean and they hurt people."
He doesn't even own any kind of gun. A whole lot of use that's doing. So far, he's used a Barbie-sized hairdryer, a lotion bottle, his stroller handles and, of course, his fingers. Guess I can't take those away. Sigh. I knew it would come eventually. Just didn't know we'd hit it by two. It's pretty hard not to laugh at him yelling "Show yourself," but I'm really trying to stick to my, uh, guns (pardon the expression!).
He is at a fun age where almost everything he says and does is funny without him meaning for it to be. He puts himself in timeout when he's done something wrong. And now, he can't come out of his room until I open the door, so he yells "I want out!" when he's done.
At Christmas, every baby became Baby Jesus, including Simba from The Lion King. When he wants to watch that movie, he asks for Baby Jesus. There's gotta be some allegory in there somewhere. He's also named his one baby doll Baby Jesus. Apparently he learns something at school! :)
And he's really into playing the guitar. Sometimes he rocks out (and has great rhythmic instincts). Other times, he plays Twinkle Twinkle or the ABCs, which he sings A-B-C-D-H-E-B! This clip is a slow, lyrical ballad, albeit non-sensical. I just had to include it! And then I'm done. Really.
