Saturday, January 26, 2013

Show you something

Wiggly took my hand and led me to his closet saying, “Mommy, I show you someping.”

Me water the cows Mommy. See?


He even has a calf in there somewhere.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Tidbits

Needing to record memorable Wigglyisms.

Starting with today's: (1/17/13) heard PJ asking Wiggly if it was GM he heard calling for Wiggly. Wiggly's response: “eh Mommy Pa John” PJ: “Oh Mommy ok.” Wiggly: “My Mommy Pa John.” Ahhh! Music to my ears.

Yesterday on the way to town we met the “grater guy” working with the gravel on the road. Wiggly: “What's he doing Mommy?” Mommy: He's grating the road buddy; fixing the road.” Wiggly: “For me Mommy?” HA!!! Even Daddy had to say something on this one: “you're not self-centered or anything are you buddy?” Mommy: “Yeah Buddy, for you, me and everybody else who goes on this road.”

For a while now, he holds on to my hand or hands when I ride in the back of Scammie right next to him. When he first did it, we didn't have his buddy “T” and I figured he just needed something else to hold on. Well, since that time, “T” or not, he will ask to hold my hand while riding. Sahweetness!

Christmas 2011, he literally could not stay away from the Christmas tree – he was going to grab a hold of that candy cane no matter how high up on the tree it was. Christmas 2012, he got into only one half of a candy cane before coming to show me what he had done. Every other time, he came and asked permission to eat a “candy cake” before getting one. I put couple of candy canes in his stocking and what does he do? He hung both of it on the Christmas tree to wait for Mommy. My boy is growing up. No broken ornament balls either this past Christmas! 2011 was a completely different story. This Christmas he helped me decorate the tree.

If he's not talking, Wiggly can be heard humming or singing to the tune of: Little Teapot, Hark the Herald Angels (which he's renamed as “Newborn King"), Zacheus was a Little Man, and, Stand Up, Stand Up for “Jesa.” When he has the inkling, he will ask to hear “Eiei-o” on the stereo. When he doesn't quite know a song, he will ask for Mommy to start the song or “ching Mommy.” He's fond of Itsy bitsy spider and a couple of other library songs we learned. For about a week or so now, he's been adlibing on some of the songs like: “Stand up, stand up for Mommy!” Or standup, stand up for Appa!” The cutest thing is the Pat a Cake song. “ Mark it with a “B” for “bebe boder” and me!” Seriously! I wish I had that on video. Once I tried substituting it with his name and I heard an insistent “NO!” “Bebe boder and me” Mommy!

Wiggly has picked up some of my uh quirks – like smell food before eating – he doesn't do it very often but I've seen him do it; he then says “yucky Mommy” if he thinks it is. It's inevitable that he'll be doing that in somebody else' house...ugh! So far the worst “incident” is when he went to go hug someone and he turns to me and says, “ he yucky Mommy!” Oi! Wiggly does have a pretty good sense of smell. He will normally sniff the air when he smells something and ask “what dat I mell Mommy?” And if I can't understand what he's trying to ask me, he'll sniff really loud.

Wiggly has also picked up “nah” - a word I've picked back up since we've had Wiggly. It's from my dialect which mostly means “now.” Like he now says “better nah Mommy” or “am yarm nah Mommy” (I'm warm nah Mommy.) I think it's so cute. He's also picked up “obey right now.” The other day, I was playing around and trying to get his buddy “T” off the bed. Well Wiggly wanted to get T for himself of course and tried to fend Mommy off – to no avail. So finally he goes, “obey Mommy!” I tried some more, and he goes, “obey right now!” HA!!!!

Wiggly now sleeps on a twin bed that's very close to the floor. He has embraced sleeping on his “bunk bed” so well. He thinks it's his bunk bed anyway. It's actually his cousin's. He now calls his crib, “Bebe boder's bed.” It's funny we started him off with sleeping on the full size bed with the trundle bed right next to it in case he fell out. And he did – fall off. He hasn't ever fallen out of the trundle bed... weird.

We're training him to put on his underwear and pants by himself – when successful, he is known to say, “Yay!” and applauds himself. “Good job” can be heard every once in a while too.And when he does have trouble, he is known to either uh, get frustrated and say "I can't" or on a more optimistic day say, "come on pants."

“Good job!” That's right, he knows when to say “good job.” He's even said “good job Mommy!” The cutest one was when we went sledding with the cousins. Cousin M sled down and crashed, and posed for the video and Wiggly went over to his cousin, gave him a hug and goes “good job Atah!”

I've not gotten into the habit of writing down new words learned but he's definitely picked up so many – don't believe I can even count them anymore. The most popular phrase these days are: What you doing? Where you going? He likes to use the words tonight and today any time he gets a chance. Yesterday is “yet-t-day.” After is “upper” He actually talks in sentences now – for several weeks now really. Some of the words may not be as clear but he can make himself be understood.

One day while we were riding in the car, UD swerved or something, I gasped and Wiggly goes: “What happen Mommy? Daddy diving (driving) too “pass” (fast)?” When we're in the Jetta. Wiggly can normally feel the acceleration and is known to say: “Daddy going “pass” (fast).

At almost 3yrs old, Wiggly is known to watch “Barnie Miller” and “12o'clock high” - PJ and GM's shows. Not sure what he likes in Barnie Miller other than to listen to PJ laugh. He likes the airplanes on GM's show. He does ask to watch either “Polli” or “Pororo” on Daddy's phone. Movies that he watches on the computer: Thomas and friends and occasionally Barney.

Well, if I were smart, I should record Wigglyisms more often so I don't forget a tidbit and not have such a long post but, I doubt that's going to happen.

Stumbled upon this Steven Curtis Chapman song: "Meant to Be"... love it.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Creek play

1/11/13

Dear Wiggly,

Today we had a great 2hours of play day in the creek. Temp was just above 50degrees... much improvement from 30degrees or lower! First you rode on your vroom-vroom to say hello to “your tractor” (one of PJ's farm equipment), and get up on one of the haybales and throw straw at Mommy. Then we played hide and seek around the haybales until you said “nina” (enough). So then we trotted on to the creek and you showed Mommy the spot where we sledded just a couple weeks ago with your cousins. You showed Mommy the exact spot where you ramped off a couple rocks and landed safely on to the creek bed. Memorable moment! Today that “ramp” made for a nice pretend “tar” (car) for you. You found a stick for a steering wheel and we made a couple trips to go get “mook” (milk) and i-kee cone (ice-cream). You also made us walk to “Wally wold” (Wally world) to “ick a” “ta” (pick up stuff). In between our trips you were also picking up wood for our fire in the wood stove. You also rolled your steering wheel stick that had become your shovel – shoveling snow in the tractor! HA! This is when Mommy kicked herself for not bringing her camera. You had such great time playing on the gravel/mud/rocks/cow poop you even invited mom to join you in your tractor/car and have you and me drive. Every once in a while you'd get out of the car, pick up a couple rocks and throw rocks into what has become just a puddle of water in the creek. Then you'd go back to playing with the mud/gravel and whatever else was on that pile. Then you decided it was time gather up more “ticks” (sticks) for Papa John's wood and we ventured out farther into woods and you started hauling wood (sticks)on your R shoulder like the big guys do. Boy did I ever kick myself again for not having anything to record that moment. And then you wanted to ride the “hickey” (horsey.) And Mommy said, we don't have a horsey. And you begged to differ and pointed to a tree laying on the ground that had the makings of a very nice horsey! Mommy, how could you miss such a nice “hickey!” So you found a nice spot to sit on and on you went with your horsey ride going.... “tigtigidig tigidig!” Then Mommy remembered Grandma's horsey ride song and you liked the “buck, buck, buck!” part where Mommy really pushed on the tree hard to try and buck you off. But like a true cowboy, you hung on tight and rode your horsey like a champ! You liked that so much you asked “aden” (again) twice more. Mommy obliged of course. It was absolutely fun to hear your laughter and squeals of joy going on the horsey ride. You even pretended that Micah was there and you gave Micah a ride and you said Micah enjoyed his ride too. Buddy, you just melt my heart! Gonna have to ask PJ to spare the tree so we could use it again and again for hickey rides. Off to our next adventure... “ick a wood” (pick up wood.) So we did until Mommy found another possible horsey ride (another fallen tree laying across the creek). It didn't turn out to be as great a ride as the first one but you found a nice tree bark and used it for your saddle. I didn't even know you'd picked up on the word saddle! But you have and you picked a good spot for your saddle and rode the horsey a little longer until you said, “nina.” By that time, Mommy thought it was about time to head back home. So we headed back on to the brome field and was surprised to see Daddy heading our way. So of course, you had to show Daddy your “tar.” This was my excuse to grab my camera, so I did.