Grandparent fun

Cute

Last night I asked my son if he was cute. He said yes. I asked him if I was cute, he said no. I asked him if his dad was cute, he said no. I asked him if baby sister will be cute once she is born, he said yes. Apparently cuteness is based on age according to my son, and I am just too old.

In the words of Brent..

"this pretty much sums up our child."

Tie

What it looks like when my son goes to church.
His bag holds, any toys he packs and his cup of water.
He has recently decided he HAS to wear a tie to church, I guess so he can be like daddy. (Who knew kids became opinionated about they wore as young as two.) We only have one tie that is black, luckily my sister in law thought to give it to me, a year or so ago, long enough ago that I thought what in the heck to do we need a tie for. Which means he has to wear black pants for my own sanity. We have no short sleeve dress shirts, he usually wears polos, so he wears his clip on tie with a polo. I went shopping for slightly dressier sunday clothes a little while ago to go with a tie, but all we found were long sleeved.

Fluff

A few weeks ago my son kept touching the laptop and my husband kept telling him not to, my son was clearly trying to annoy his dad. Finally my husband said whats the matter with you, what do you got in your ears? Fluff! A few minutes later my son came over to me, and pointed to his ears and said fluff. I started laughing so hard.
Today I was trying to give him a kiss, and I said you have such soft baby skin. He said no, pointed to his ears again and said fluff. I just started laughing, and he smiled. I'm assuming he was proud that he remember what his dad told him weeks ago, that he has fluff in his ears. Ha ha, I'm still laughing.

Stories from a Sabbath Day

I taught Relief Society on Sunday, first time I've ever taught anyone over 20. I was subbing, it was Teaching for our Times, Testimony by Elder Oaks. It apparently went well, because I had a lot of comments during the lesson, and lots of women came up to me afterward saying they liked it. I was very nervous before it started, which is unusual because I don't get nervous when I give a talk. But my heart was pounding so fast before I started the baby was doing olympics or something in my belly. I had to run out during the practice hymn because her dance moves were too much for my bladder and I didn't think I could make it another 3o minutes, if she was going to keep this up.
Anyway, my son schedule the past few weeks has been during nursery so I had to give my husband a bag with a pull up and wipes in it just in case (and my son refuses to be potty trained during church). My son saw space in a bag unused and decided to pack a few more things for sacrament meeting. One of which being his bear. His bear was by far the favorite sacrament toy. It was so cute to watch him. He was being very sweet to his bear. During the opening hymn, he leaned his hymn book over to the bear so his bear could sing too. His hands looked very uncomfortable with the book, so I moved the bear to his lap, which made my son smile. They sang together. During the prayers, my son helped his bear fold his arms before he could fold his own. The bear sang every hymn with him and folded his arms for all the prayers.
To end the day off I was talking to my son in the evening on the couch. I asked him if I was his friend he said no. I asked him who was his friend? He responsed with an ehhh. I asked him if the kids in nursery were, he said yes, I asked if his nursery teacher was he said yes. I asked if I wasn't his friend who was I? He said mom. I said which is better friends or mom, he said friends. This made my husband laugh, because he knew I was fishing for complements with no avil. I told my son thats the reason I decided to have baby sister, because everyone told me you wouldn't want to be my friend for long. At first I figured by the time he was a teenager he wouldn't want me as a friend, Teresa told me, her 4 year old already had best friends that weren't her, but I wasn't expecting him to drop me before he was 3. A few minutes later we were talking again, I asked him what he did today. He said go to nursery. I asked what he did there, he said color picture, I said what else, he said play with toys. I said what else, he responsed ehh. I said did have a lesson he said yes, I said what was it on houses? He said yes, homes. Then I asked what else, did you sing? He said yes. Normally our conversations don't go like this but it did yesterday, it helped he knew what I was talking about and I knew what answers to expect. Mind you during his answers he pronounces only about half of the letters.

Ungracious

Turns out I am a very ungracious mother. I don't mean to be I just come off that way. People have been telling me for 2 and half years how cute my child is, and I keep responding the wrong way. If I was polite and gracious I would say, thank you very much. But instead, I normally brush his head/move his hair with my hand, and said I know. But not I know, like of course he is, I know, mean can you believe it? Who would ever thought I would have a beautiful child. I said I know, because I can't believe someone else other than me, thinks he is cute. You would think, after 2 and 1/2 years I would get use to people saying he is beautiful, and be able to sound gracious when someone complements him, but I am still caught off guard every time it happens. I never expect people to complement him. Now that he is appears to be a thinking toddler, it has gotten worse. People have started to tell me he is so smart. Well this one, I am always shocked at, so I either say, really? or I know, because he is showing off something I didn't know he could do either, so I'm just as surprised as they are. The other day in church we were sitting next to the elderly couple, and Jo went through an alphabet book, and told his dad every letter of the alphabet. The older man, said he is so smart, and I said I know, sort of giggling, because I was more shocked than the man that he knew the alphabet, last time Jo told me, he only knew about a third of the letters. I'm starting to realize that when someone complements my child, they are complementing me, but in my mind, the complement has nothing to do with me, I didn't have anything to do with my son being smart or beautiful, he was just born that way I guess. I can assure anyone that I am not the one that made him smart. (I know beautiful is girly sounding, but older people always tell me he is beautiful, I guess it use to be normal for boys to be beautiful. Plus I personally do think he is a beautiful child, I don't think beautiful is a female specific term.)

Make my day

Since this is rapidly becoming the only journal I keep especially with the move, and everything lost, I have to record things here, that I would normally record other places, with the hope posterity gets saved or something like that. Anyway, my son totally made my day.
I was ticking him, and he of course was laughing when he said, "mom"...[laugh laugh laugh] "stop" I was so proud of him for using words while he was laughing. We have been trying to get him to use words instead of the standard ehhs, since they make no sense to Brent or I. So the fact that he was doing something like laughing, and he used words at the same time, was quite the accomplishment in the opinion of his mother.

Sleeper

After my nap today, I opened the door to check on my son, during his nap. He was sleeping on the floor in front of his door, which means I woke him up. Luckily I open the door slowly. I couldn't tell if it was cute to find a little boy and his blanket sleeping in the doorway or sad. Later I said him why he was sleeping there. I then asked did you try to escape is that why you were there, yes or no? He said yes.

Update

Yesterday evening I asked my son what he wanted to be for Halloween, a dog, a lion, or bumble bee? He immediately he said very enthusiastically, bumble bee. Then went about singing the song.

I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee
Won't my Mommy be so proud of me
I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee -
OUCH!! It stung me!!

I sighed and said I don't want to do a bumble bee. Then right as my husband was about to kiss me, I said I've got it. I'll make the body of the costume, black and yellow striped like a bumble bee. Then make the wings like the PB bug costume. Now I've very excited. Although I do think he would be a cute dog. I don't care if my bug will be incorrect as far as entomology is concerned. I put yellow on the wings instead of orange.