Yesterday Zef was painting when I picked him up from daycare. As I was trying to get his shoes on him, so we could get home to dinner, he proudly pointed to his painting and crowed, “Yellow!”
He also named the carpet color, (“Green!”) and I asked him to show me his orange sock, so I could put his other shoe on him. Then I decided to challenge him a little. I asked, “What color are you?”
There was a pause while he contemplated this question, but then he confidently chirped, “Black!”
Zef has become an amazing little constructor of thoughts and sentences lately. For instance, Tuesday, while he was lounging in my bed and eating a very early morning snack, he told me, “Nafan steals my stuff.” I’m not sure how that came up, but there it was. Thought articulated.
It wasn’t that long ago that he’d just started using words and now we can have honest-to-goodness conversations. He can tell me what he wants, what he remembers. He tells about his friends at school. He tells on his brother. But the best is when he tells me he loves me.
It’s also fun to watch this two-year-old push his vocabulary to the limits. Sometimes he has to really reach for a suitable word and when he’s found the right one he’s so proud of himself. Me understanding what he’s trying to convey is just icing on the cake at that point.
And today I discovered that he can actually recognize and name some letters. He knows at least “w”, “a”, and “o”. I’m amazed. Who authorized all this growing up? I’m not sure I’m ready for it!
Mommy: Yes! That’s Sam! I am Sam! Sam, I am!
Zef: Eggs! Eggs!
Mommy: Yeah, eggs! Eggs and…?
Mike is headed home to be with his family while they say goodbye to his grandma tomorrow, so I’m on my own for the night before the first day of school and day care. These boys had a pretty busy day and both of them are tired. Me too, in fact.
We’re having a bit of t.v., then off to bed.
I’m so grateful for my little family, especially my Mike, who shares the responsibilities of raising our boys. Two kids to two parents is a good ratio. We’re going to miss daddy while he’s away.
…a toddler with his “fwour.” He also called it “pwettee.”
His brother, however, was kind of a monster today. I’m glad they’ve gone to bed!
Nathan is the red dot in the background.
Tonight was the last Family and Graduate Housing barbecue. Nathan got to play with his buddy and Zef was pretty sure he was getting away with something when we let him run around on the grass.
We had to abandon the last bit of Zef’s cheeseburger because a couple of aggressive hornets laid claim, but other than that, we had a lot of fun.
And now it’s bath time because those boys have gone too long without a bath!
I’ve decided that giving them baths in the summer is pretty much pointless. But I might try tonight.