We've been asking him for a few weeks now, "Are you going to be 2?" And he grins and holds up 2 fingers (usually. It was hard for him to get the fingers right for a while.)
So last night before bed, I asked him if he was 2. He smiled and showed me his 2 fingers on both hands. And I said, "How about we have a party for you because you're 2?" (There was a lot more "I'm two!" before he picked up on the party part.)
"Pahty?"
"Yes!"
"Pahty?"
"Yes! A party with balloons and cake!"
"No cake."
"No cake?"
"I kee." (Ice Cream)
HA! I told him yes, he could have ice cream at his party. He cracks me up!
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Dexter's First Dry Night!
When I went to change Dexter's diaper this morning, I was shocked to find that he had not wet it during the night. The next few minutes went something like this:
Mom: Dennis! He's dry!
Dad: What? We'll have to tell daycare to pump him full of fluids.
Mom: No! It's a potty training milestone!
Dad: Really? That's great! Still, fluids at daycare.
Mom: OK, fluids at daycare. But he was dry! And he even had milk right before bed last night!
Dad: Dexter, do you want to go pee pee on your turtle potty?
Dexter: Pee pee turyah potty? Okay.
Dexter runs to the turyah potty, sits down, and immediately, with full knowledge, purpose, and intent, peed on the potty! There was much clapping and smiling and screaming "YAY!"
Dexter: More? ("Mo-ah?")
Mom: Oh, I don't think there is any more, sweetie. Empty.
Dexter: Ehtee.
Mom: We can pee pee on the potty again later. Let's flush!
Dexter flushes and is happy.
Dexter: Bye bye pee pee!
Then there was more congratulations and hugging and generally telling him how great he was for using his turtle potty.
It was a GREAT morning!
(For the record, Dexter is 1 year and 360 days old today.)
Mom: Dennis! He's dry!
Dad: What? We'll have to tell daycare to pump him full of fluids.
Mom: No! It's a potty training milestone!
Dad: Really? That's great! Still, fluids at daycare.
Mom: OK, fluids at daycare. But he was dry! And he even had milk right before bed last night!
Dad: Dexter, do you want to go pee pee on your turtle potty?
Dexter: Pee pee turyah potty? Okay.
Dexter runs to the turyah potty, sits down, and immediately, with full knowledge, purpose, and intent, peed on the potty! There was much clapping and smiling and screaming "YAY!"
Dexter: More? ("Mo-ah?")
Mom: Oh, I don't think there is any more, sweetie. Empty.
Dexter: Ehtee.
Mom: We can pee pee on the potty again later. Let's flush!
Dexter flushes and is happy.
Dexter: Bye bye pee pee!
Then there was more congratulations and hugging and generally telling him how great he was for using his turtle potty.
It was a GREAT morning!
(For the record, Dexter is 1 year and 360 days old today.)
Friday, September 10, 2010
A picture from daycare
Daycare occasionally sends home photos. Usually they are great, and I suppose this is no exception, depending on how you define "great."
Did I mention that Dexter is hilarious?
Did I mention that Dexter is hilarious?
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Dexter is TWENTY THREE Months Old!
And it didn't even really hit me until tonight that that means it's only a month until his birthday. Guess we'd better start getting ready for that.
Dexter's 22nd month was exciting. He is smart and handsome and absolutely hilarous! One of his latest things is to tell you to "goway" in his mousy little voice. We have to work very hard not to laugh at that.
He also says "okay" instead of "yes."
Mom: "Would you like a banana?"
Dexter: "Banana? Okay."
like, "eh. sure. I could go for a banana." He's been doing it for a couple of months, actually, and I really just figured out why his usage of the word seemed peculiar. Awesome.
And, the more things change, the more things stay the same. Chase is still Dexter's favorite game ever. In fact, it's about the most reliable distraction if he's upset about something (like having to wake up or not being able to go outside barefoot or something).
Other goodies:
Teeth: Still 16. I keep waiting for those 2-year molars, but nothing yet. Maybe he'll actually be 2 before they come in. He is doing better at brushing them, though - actually gets the bristles on the teeth now instead of just sucking the toothpaste off and calling it done. AND he lets us have a turn. So maybe these teeth will last until first grade after all.
Language: I mentioned "okay." The really fun thing? He's talking in huge long sentences, but we can't understand him at all. "Bah na goo naks gan hah mow-mowah?" Which means "Bah na goo naks gan hah lawnmower."
Sleep: Ugh! Poor kid takes FOREVER to fall asleep. It's now standard practice for one of us to fall asleep in there at night. (How can you NOT fall asleep at 10pm in a dark, quiet room?) But it's cold in there on the floor, so we'll need to start bringing in a blanket for ourselves when winter comes. I am not looking forward to that part.
The best, though? Sometimes he shares his (relatively tiny) blanket with you when he's ready to go to sleep. "Mom, banket?" And he'll put it over my shoulder. So sweet. Also sweet? "Mom lie dow? Okay." and "Dad, lie dow? Okay."
Potty: A bit of a regression here. He'll sit on that @%$^&^ turtle potty for 30 minutes and do NOTHING, then sprout a giant fountain of pee the second he hits the bathtub. When I say "Pee pee! Let's pee pee on your turtle potty!" He says "No! Bathtub!" and then he screams if you try to take him out of the tub and put him on the potty. So yeah, regression. He also doesn't care AT ALL if he is wet or poopy, so there's not a lot of incentive for him to use the potty. Perhaps it's time to start bribing him.
Likes: Bananas, still. He had gotten over that for a while - we aren't going through 40 bananas/week anymore. But he still asks for bananas at least once/day. He also LOVES going outside. Loves Bob the Builder and Yo Gabba Gabba (to the point where we are actively trying to limit it now - "How about legos?!" Thankfully, he also likes legos.) Another like? Scooting (okay, zooming) around the house on his ride-on toys.
Dislikes: Whatever you want him to do next.
Dad: "Dexter! It's bathtime!"
Dexter: "NOOOO!!! Yo gah gah! YO GAH GAH!!"
Then you wrestle him out of his clothes and into the bathtub. Bathe him, do your best to shampoo his hair (another thing he majorly hates), then:
Dad: "Towel time!"
Dexter: "NO! No toww tie!"
Dad: "Yes, towel time! And then we can get dressed and read books!"
Dexter: "No books! No toww tie!"
Then you wrestle him out of the bathtub, diaper ("no die-duh!"), let him pick out his pajamas, ("No monkeys!") do his teeth, then YAY books!
Dad: "One more book, then it's night-night time!"
Dexter: "No nie-nie! Book!"
gah. So yeah, it's a constant battle, but kindof cute when he's not fighting you too hard.
As for little brother? Well, sometimes he's fun to laugh with, but other times he's just in Dexter's way. Dexter has had more than his share of time-outs for pushing, hitting, kicking, hair-pulling, and even biting. Sometimes he's just playing too rough, but other times there is clearly malicious intent, and he gets a time out. Hopefully this ends soon, or at least hopefully Desmond soon gets big enough to fight back.
Dexter's 22nd month was exciting. He is smart and handsome and absolutely hilarous! One of his latest things is to tell you to "goway" in his mousy little voice. We have to work very hard not to laugh at that.
He also says "okay" instead of "yes."
Mom: "Would you like a banana?"
Dexter: "Banana? Okay."
like, "eh. sure. I could go for a banana." He's been doing it for a couple of months, actually, and I really just figured out why his usage of the word seemed peculiar. Awesome.
And, the more things change, the more things stay the same. Chase is still Dexter's favorite game ever. In fact, it's about the most reliable distraction if he's upset about something (like having to wake up or not being able to go outside barefoot or something).
Other goodies:
Teeth: Still 16. I keep waiting for those 2-year molars, but nothing yet. Maybe he'll actually be 2 before they come in. He is doing better at brushing them, though - actually gets the bristles on the teeth now instead of just sucking the toothpaste off and calling it done. AND he lets us have a turn. So maybe these teeth will last until first grade after all.
Language: I mentioned "okay." The really fun thing? He's talking in huge long sentences, but we can't understand him at all. "Bah na goo naks gan hah mow-mowah?" Which means "Bah na goo naks gan hah lawnmower."
Sleep: Ugh! Poor kid takes FOREVER to fall asleep. It's now standard practice for one of us to fall asleep in there at night. (How can you NOT fall asleep at 10pm in a dark, quiet room?) But it's cold in there on the floor, so we'll need to start bringing in a blanket for ourselves when winter comes. I am not looking forward to that part.
The best, though? Sometimes he shares his (relatively tiny) blanket with you when he's ready to go to sleep. "Mom, banket?" And he'll put it over my shoulder. So sweet. Also sweet? "Mom lie dow? Okay." and "Dad, lie dow? Okay."
Potty: A bit of a regression here. He'll sit on that @%$^&^ turtle potty for 30 minutes and do NOTHING, then sprout a giant fountain of pee the second he hits the bathtub. When I say "Pee pee! Let's pee pee on your turtle potty!" He says "No! Bathtub!" and then he screams if you try to take him out of the tub and put him on the potty. So yeah, regression. He also doesn't care AT ALL if he is wet or poopy, so there's not a lot of incentive for him to use the potty. Perhaps it's time to start bribing him.
Likes: Bananas, still. He had gotten over that for a while - we aren't going through 40 bananas/week anymore. But he still asks for bananas at least once/day. He also LOVES going outside. Loves Bob the Builder and Yo Gabba Gabba (to the point where we are actively trying to limit it now - "How about legos?!" Thankfully, he also likes legos.) Another like? Scooting (okay, zooming) around the house on his ride-on toys.
Dislikes: Whatever you want him to do next.
Dad: "Dexter! It's bathtime!"
Dexter:
Then you wrestle him out of his clothes and into the bathtub. Bathe him, do your best to shampoo his hair (another thing he majorly hates), then:
Dad: "Towel time!"
Dexter: "NO! No toww tie!"
Dad: "Yes, towel time! And then we can get dressed and read books!"
Dexter: "No books! No toww tie!"
Then you wrestle him out of the bathtub, diaper ("no die-duh!"), let him pick out his pajamas, ("No monkeys!") do his teeth, then YAY books!
Dad: "One more book, then it's night-night time!"
Dexter: "No nie-nie! Book!"
gah. So yeah, it's a constant battle, but kindof cute when he's not fighting you too hard.
As for little brother? Well, sometimes he's fun to laugh with, but other times he's just in Dexter's way. Dexter has had more than his share of time-outs for pushing, hitting, kicking, hair-pulling, and even biting. Sometimes he's just playing too rough, but other times there is clearly malicious intent, and he gets a time out. Hopefully this ends soon, or at least hopefully Desmond soon gets big enough to fight back.
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