In a fit of pre-bedtime sillies, Bryan and I decided last night that the hair around his nipples should be called “poobs.” Like mixing pubes and boobs. Say it aloud. Poooooobs. I am still giggling.
Dex and I go potty at the same time sometimes and he almost always leans his head on my leg from his little potty. Freaking adorable. Then he pushes on my leg with his finger and says “squishy!” Not so adorable.
Bryan took Declan to the park yesterday… As Dex was playing, Bryan struck up a conversation with a mom there and they started talking about Declan’s school (which mixes special needs and non-special needs kids). Bryan told the mom that one of the things he loves about the special needs atmosphere is how all the kids really help each other. At that exact time, Declan was standing on the other side of the jungle gym, next to a kid who looked to be about 18 months old. Bryan watched him lean over and say something to the boy and before Bryan got a chance to investigate what was up, Declan leaned back and yelled to Bryan, “Daddy!!! He needs help getting on the bridge!”
I love how kids think about things. No rules. No borders. They push the envelope every single day.
Declan and I were playing hide and seek down in the basement tonight. Just the two of us. We went back and forth a few times… me finding him, him finding me. Then he says (with the most adorable little vulerable face ever), “Mommy, will you hide with me?” For a millisecond, I was thinking, “How is that going to work? Who will find who? Those aren’t the rules.” But, for once in my overly structured life, I just went with it.
So, I followed him into the corner and the two of us crouched next to the guest bed, smiling like loons. We counted to ten and then yelled, “Ready or not, here we come!” Pause. I look at him and he looks at me. “So, who should we go find?”
He gets this huge grin… “THE… TV!”
Well, alrighty then! I have to give the boy credit, that was a damn fine idea.
We crept into the other room, walking like bears – GRRR sounds and paws and everything – and I will tell you, we scared the CRAP out of that ole TV.
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