I'll be adding flashbacks to fun events over the next few weeks, but here are some general and more recent updates (mostly featuring Asher, of course).
After getting the original Star Wars trilogy for Dan for Christmas, it's Asher who has been obsessed with it. For a while, he was requesting to "watch-a Star Wars?" every day. He started quoting the lines, too. "Come with me," he told me one day, beckoning with his finger. "Power of-a dark side." He also likes running around yelling, "Open-a blast doors!" while waving a light saber or "pew-pew" (blaster). We have frequent light saber battles, and he uses the force to zap people/things. His grandma got him some action figures, and he picked up 3PO and said, "3PO!" Then he picked up Han Solo. "2PO?" he asked. He also calls Yoda "Yodot." His favorite character, though, is Darth Vader. He puts towels on his head and runs around breathing like him. He even picked out a Darth Vader book at the bookstore. It's been a hoot!
We suspected it for a while, but as he gets older we've seen that he is the most sensitive and tender-hearted kid. He's always gotten sad when other kids cry, but he expresses a lot more than that now. He's constantly coming up to me and Dan if we're upset and asking, "Alright? Need a hug?" He did this a lot when I would throw up from the pregnancy (though at first, he thought it was funny and actually copied me.) He gets concerned if his stuffed animals get hurt, and kisses them better. For the first time, he pushed someone in nursery when I came to pick him up, and when she cried, he got all sad with her. He hasn't pushed or hit anyone since.
He's still hyperactive, too. I took him to the baptism of one of my cub scouts, and he couldn't sit still. I tried toys, and he played with it too loudly. He kept trying to get into the cupboard doors at the back, saying, "Open-a blast doors!" Then he made everyone laugh during the baptism of the boy and his brother-- when the first boy came out of the water, he cried, "Wow!" After the second baptism, he hollered, "Oh, gosh!"
We did potty training, as well, and he did GREAT. The first few days were long and frustrating and full of towels on the floor and accidents. But by day 3, he caught on. We would tell him to do a "big potty on the toilet," and I guess because dinosaurs are big, he started calling potty a dinosaur. And because he hadn't mastered the color yellow at the time, every time he went on the toilet, he got all excited and shouted, "A green dinosaur!" It took him a bit longer to master #2 on the toilet, but he is now fully potty trained!
He got his first Valentine from his friend London, and he loved it. He opened it and gasped. "Plitty! [pretty]" He then proceeded to take all the stickers off the card and put them on the envelope. :)
He loves reading, and lately he likes to climb in his bed, get a book, and pretend to read to himself. It's too cute!
He's talking lots more, too, and I love hearing full (or almost full) sentences in his little voice. Some of my favorite things he says:
Buggin' you-- he says this if his eye/ear/nose is bugging him.
shmallows-- marshmallows
polly-polly-- rolly-polly. This is a game of rolling around on the floor
neckaness-- necklace
epadin-- elephant
pokey-- pretzels, because they look like a candy he loves called Pokeys
gay-koo-- thank you.
And, since I've kept up on Facebook better than here, here's a few more updates, Twitter-style!
Asher is trying to write his name on the picture he's coloring. This consists of him making a small scribble and designating it, "A,D,K,P,Y..." Why didn't I think of spelling his name that way? Brilliant.
Had a minor freak-out earlier when Asher wandered in from his room with his hands covered in blood. Apparently he had managed to procure a glass bottle, and then managed to break it. Turned out all that blood was just from one tiny cut-- like paper-cut size. Phew. Still trying to figure out where on earth he found the bottle.
Asher is currently dancing in front of the mirror singing, "Shake-a booty!" I'm currently laughing my head off.
Asher must be feeling better. He picked up his giant foam sword, waved it around, and shouted, "Gardi-sa!" This translates to Wingardium Leviosa.
The Kiddo just kicked me out of his room-- though he offered a cheerful, "I lub you too" before he closed the door in my face.
Asher just pulled out two spoons and two pans. "Come on, Mommy, misking!"
I sat down to "mix" food with him.
"Hi," he said. "Ow-a you?"
Then he took a bite of what he was "misking" and said, "Yummy hot dog! Mommy some?"
I love pretending with my boy!
I just inadvertently taught the Kiddo the word "yoink" by stealing one of his chocolate chips. He's now "yoinking" every chip he eats.
The Kiddo heard a sound from another room and goes, "Oh! I see a noise!"
