Learning to Pray
Posted on August 16th, 2010 by Ben
Daddy: Heavenly Father
Abby: …
Daddy: thank you
Abby: gaik-oo
Daddy: for the day
Abby: mmm!
Daddy: and for
Abby: mmm!
Daddy: Home Evening.
Abby: mmm!
Daddy: Help us
Abby: mmm!
Daddy: have a good night.
Abby: mmm!
Daddy: In the name
Abby: mmm!
Daddy: of Jesus Christ
Abby: mmm!
Daddy: Amen.
Abby: uh-meh.
“I’m not a pill…”
Posted on February 28th, 2010 by Ben
We just got back from a week-long family vacation to Disneyland. I’m not going to post about that here — I’ll leave that to Laura if she decides to post anything about it, along with the pictures that will soon be appearing in the gallery — but Thomas did something the other day that was simultaneously adorable and hilarious, and I can’t resist the urge to share with the 4 people who read our blog :)
Thomas has turned into quite the independent little guy. If there is something he can do himself, he almost always demands that you let him. I can rarely help him pull on his underwear, get his shirt over his head at bed time, or even push in the stool under the sink which he stands on to wash his hands (he thinks he can do it… but the board is not the right size and he inevitably pushes it in crooked, causing the board to bind in awkward ways that are painful to resolve).
Of course, there are times when he is totally the opposite, and he asks me to feed him his oatmeal rather than using his spoon himself. But that is tangential to the recent humor.
The same holds true for all things spoken. The boy has more nicknames than I can list, but refuses to accept one particular nickname. Here’s how the conversation usually goes.
Lisa: “You’re my cute little man!”
Thomas: “I not Little Man, I’m Buddy!” (Intensity grows with repetition.)
A little back story to what he said the other day. I promise to be brief. Thomas gets a fluoride vitamin each morning, and if he hasn’t been given it by the time Mommy takes her pills he starts asking for it. But Mommy takes pills, and he has a vitamin.
As we were packing everything up in Anaheim for the drive home, Thomas was being a bit of a pain. So, Lisa told him so.
Lisa: “Thomas, you are a pill.”
Thomas: “I not a pill, I’m a vitamin!”
100% Boy
Posted on July 3rd, 2009 by Ben
Time to share another cute thing Thomas does. Why? Because he was doing it all day so it was a topic of conversation, and thus blog-worthy.
Thomas has taken to pointing out various bodily functions with great insistence. Specifically those related to the digestive system. Even more specifically those involving his bum. Or Abby’s bum. It doesn’t really matter whose bum, really. Whenever Thomas passes gas, he looks up, smiles, and says enthusiastically, “I toot!” (“Thomas toot!” is used interchangeably.) And he will continue to say it until you respond in acknowledgment. If Abby passes gas, he says “Abby toot!” And of course, if he is poopy or thinks Abby is poopy, he’ll say “Thomas (Abby) poopy!”
Funnily enough, he was saying “Abby poopy” this morning, and neither Laura nor I thought she was. Well, apparently Thomas’ nose is more sensitive than ours. I guess his plentiful toots haven’t permanently destroyed his ability to smell like it has mine!
“Daddy’s Here!”
Posted on June 27th, 2009 by Ben
Okay, I realize this is not about our accident (sorry Pat, Laura has already written it once so I keep waiting for her to at least put a draft up here for me to work on rather than reinventing the wheel). However, it is about something very cute. Okay, two very cute somethings. I couldn’t resist writing about them, because they both tickled me.
Thomas can’t wait for Daddy to come home from work. When I get home from work, he usually screams “Daddy!” excitedly, and often runs to give me a hug as well. It’s very cute. A few days ago, however, he did something even cuter. As soon as I opened the door when I got home from work, Thomas yelled “Daddy’s here!” Needless to say he got a giant smile in response and some enthusiastic hugs and kisses.
Today he did another cute thing. This is not uncommon for him — he is, after all, always adorable. One of the things I have done several times with Thomas in the past is put my fingers under his bedroom door in the morning when he is wanting out. I have done this frequently for about a year now, or close to it. I’ll put my fingers under the door, he grabs them and giggles, and I pull my fingers out. Then he pushes his little fingers under the door, I grab them, he giggles again and pulls them back. Repeat. This morning the routine proceeded as usual for the first round — I got his fingers, and he giggled and pulled them back in. But when I put mine under the door again, he didn’t grab them again. Instead, he yelled “Come in!” How could I resist?
Other examples of cute, short sentences he’ll use at will: “Come on!” (usually accompanied by grabbing a finger and pulling one towards whatever it is he wants — a treat, the door, etc.) and “Come back!” Aside for these, he has also recently (last month or so) picked up on possessives and plurals: “Two’vum!” (Two of them!), “Mommy’s shoes!”, “My blankets!”, “Abby’s blanket!”, “Daddy’s motorcycle!”
Now we just need to find a way to get him to stop saying “No!” so much…
