With the way he talks these days, it's hard to keep up with all the cute phrases and things that come from his little mouth. Here are just a few of my favorites (and most frequently heard) these days . . .
"I did that!" he says proudly. We hear this one often, especially when we're asking him about things he's done recently. He's not much on volunteering information, but if you has him a specific question, like did you go on a hay ride this weekend or did you have fun at school today, he'll answer. "Yes, I did that!"
"I want to!" he whines. This one is both cute and annoying. With that wonderful simplicity and logic that belongs only to small children, he thinks that this simple phrase should give him anything and everything that his heart desires. That doesn't happen, but he keeps trying. Today's example, "It's Connor's," he tells me, holding fast and hard to the library book we've just read before nap time. "I keep it, go night-night." I try to explain to him that library books are special and can't be kept during nap time, that they might get broken (not by him, he swears!), and that Mommy has to keep them in a special place until next time. "But I want it!" he yells, breaking down in tears and hiding his face pitifully in his pillow. We also had a similar meltdown on the way home from school. It seems someone wanted Donal's for lunch, but we didn't have time today because we had to go home for another therapy visit. "But I want it!"
"Where is he?" He's having trouble with his pronouns, so he confuses he and she and his and her a lot these days. And it's even funnier when he says it for an object. "Where is he?" he asks, talking about the moon that's hidden behind the clouds.
"Connor go to school!" he says happily. He LOVES to go to school. We count down the days. "Three more days, Mommy!" he says, often out of no where.
"Connor go to the boat-school!" He says this one with even more excitement. We had trouble explaining the children's museum to him, so I told him it was a different kind of school (thinking he would understand that, since he loved school so much). Well, he loved the river and boat exhibit with the water table, and that's what he thinks the whole museum is about. "Boat-school today?" he asks, always hopeful.
"Robot's not comin'?" he asks, usually as I'm leaving his room for the night. We think he's terrified of our Roomba vacuum, which we often run at night, but we're not sure. We hear it just about every night, sometimes two or three times before he's satisfied that no, the robots are not coming.
"Ol' roof time!" This one is a phrase he always sings, usually tilting his head back and forth with the melody. And though you'll probably scratch your head and swear it's not part of the song, he's actually singing a line (his version) from the popular children's song "The Wheels on the Bus," which they've been practicing at preschool. It technically should be "All 'round town!" but clearly was not what he heard or what he will allow (despite hours of attempting to correct, reason, and explain). So, it's "The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round, ol' roof time!" And you must envision the swaying of his head with each word of the melody, because it's what makes it so darn cute.
"Mommy no go, " he says pitifully, hooking one of his arms around my neck. He likes to pull this one at night when we're laying in his bed, talking about our day and getting ready to go night-night. "Stay with Connor!" And who can resist that? How much longer is he going to be that sweet and small, clutching on with those little arms and begging Mommy to stay and cuddle a little longer.
My big boy . . . saying so many things and growing up much too fast!
