This afternoon, at Teddy's request, he and Rich sat down and figured out the Pokemon 12 Days of Christmas. Teddy was most of the way there so it's definitely his baby. He wanted me to share it. And rather than write out the whole things, I'm going to start on Day 12. (Since most of you know how the 12 Days of Christmas goes anyway.)
On the Twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Twelve Squirtles squirting
Eleven Swellows flying
Ten Chimchars blazing
Nine Sandiles digging
Eight Miltanks milking
Seven Muks a sludging
Six Klinks a clanging
Five Ultra Balls
Four apricorns
Three TMs
Two Blazikens
And a Snivy on a vine whip.
He has his daddy's love of parody.
And a lot less fun than the other options.
Showing posts with label can't stop the cute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label can't stop the cute. Show all posts
28 December 2011
03 December 2011
He's a Good Big Brother
Earlier today, I wish I'd had my camera to immortalize something that happened at the library. But memory will have to do...
Rich had to tutor today at our local library. We got a later start than we'd planned and I had to drop him off before I could run another errand and come back for our own book search. Since Rich was busy when I got back, I had to keep an eye on the boys. Pete was being a three year old and only wanting to do what he wanted to do - which meant sitting in the children's section. Great for him, not so great for me when I had two books to pick up that had been on hold and two more that I'd wanted to grab as well. So I asked Teddy to keep an eye on him.
I wasn't too worried about it because Rich was just one table over and everyone in the library knows our boys. I had to make a quick run to pick up the two from hold, then over a couple shelves for the other two I wanted. Five minutes max and I'd still be fairly close.
I grabbed the books as quickly as I could and came back to hear Teddy talking. I stopped to listen. He was reading aloud. When I looked around the corner, he and Pete were seated next to each other on the kids chairs and Teddy was reading "There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed Some Snow" to his little brother. And Pete was listening with rapt attention.
I asked the boys if they wanted to check out and Teddy looked up. "Can I finish the story first, Mommy?" It made my heart soar. I gave him permission and went over a few rows (so I could still see where they were) to grab an audio book.
I love that my boys love books. And I love even more that they share books with one another. In a few years, Pete won't need Teddy to read to him. But at that time, we can start sharing longer stories as a family. It's something I hope never ends.
Rich had to tutor today at our local library. We got a later start than we'd planned and I had to drop him off before I could run another errand and come back for our own book search. Since Rich was busy when I got back, I had to keep an eye on the boys. Pete was being a three year old and only wanting to do what he wanted to do - which meant sitting in the children's section. Great for him, not so great for me when I had two books to pick up that had been on hold and two more that I'd wanted to grab as well. So I asked Teddy to keep an eye on him.
I wasn't too worried about it because Rich was just one table over and everyone in the library knows our boys. I had to make a quick run to pick up the two from hold, then over a couple shelves for the other two I wanted. Five minutes max and I'd still be fairly close.
I grabbed the books as quickly as I could and came back to hear Teddy talking. I stopped to listen. He was reading aloud. When I looked around the corner, he and Pete were seated next to each other on the kids chairs and Teddy was reading "There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed Some Snow" to his little brother. And Pete was listening with rapt attention.
I asked the boys if they wanted to check out and Teddy looked up. "Can I finish the story first, Mommy?" It made my heart soar. I gave him permission and went over a few rows (so I could still see where they were) to grab an audio book.
I love that my boys love books. And I love even more that they share books with one another. In a few years, Pete won't need Teddy to read to him. But at that time, we can start sharing longer stories as a family. It's something I hope never ends.
30 November 2011
The cuteness of children
"Mama, dere a dinosawa on dat boot."
He hands me his toy and steps toward the display of Christmas books that stand, along with the toys and candy, in the middle of the aisle. Reaching out, he pulls Our First Snow, a Dinosaur Train book
, from the cardboard shelf. He turns as though he's going to hand it to me, then changes his mind. Instead, he sits down on the floor in front of the display and opens the book.
I push my cart a little closer to him. The seasonal aisle is quite full of paper and ribbons, toys and gifts, ornaments and lights. He is close enough to the small tower of books that I don't worry about him being in the way of others, but I position my cart to shield him none-the-less.
He starts on the first page, telling the story as he perceives from the pictures on the page. After perusing the page and naming each dinosaur, he moves to the next page. The process starts again. I watch with a smile.
An older woman ghosts by with her cart. I watch her face for a reaction and, when there is none, a part of me becomes indignant. Don't you see my child there?, I think. You could at least smile to acknowledge how utterly adorable he is. But of course I don't say it. She is, I'm sure, as focused on her search for Christmas supplies as I am on my adorable three year old.
Soon, the final page has been closed and a brightly smiling face glances up at me. "Aw done, Mama!" He rises, returning the book to where he got it. At first, he's set it with the back cover out but before I have a chance to mention it, he turns it the right way, the pteranodon family smiling at passers-by once more.
Back to my side he comes, his small hand reaching up for mine. "Otay, Mama. Less doe."
Times like this, it's good to be the Mama.
He hands me his toy and steps toward the display of Christmas books that stand, along with the toys and candy, in the middle of the aisle. Reaching out, he pulls Our First Snow, a Dinosaur Train book
, from the cardboard shelf. He turns as though he's going to hand it to me, then changes his mind. Instead, he sits down on the floor in front of the display and opens the book.I push my cart a little closer to him. The seasonal aisle is quite full of paper and ribbons, toys and gifts, ornaments and lights. He is close enough to the small tower of books that I don't worry about him being in the way of others, but I position my cart to shield him none-the-less.
He starts on the first page, telling the story as he perceives from the pictures on the page. After perusing the page and naming each dinosaur, he moves to the next page. The process starts again. I watch with a smile.
An older woman ghosts by with her cart. I watch her face for a reaction and, when there is none, a part of me becomes indignant. Don't you see my child there?, I think. You could at least smile to acknowledge how utterly adorable he is. But of course I don't say it. She is, I'm sure, as focused on her search for Christmas supplies as I am on my adorable three year old.
Soon, the final page has been closed and a brightly smiling face glances up at me. "Aw done, Mama!" He rises, returning the book to where he got it. At first, he's set it with the back cover out but before I have a chance to mention it, he turns it the right way, the pteranodon family smiling at passers-by once more.
Back to my side he comes, his small hand reaching up for mine. "Otay, Mama. Less doe."
Times like this, it's good to be the Mama.
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