I put Isaac down for a morning nap and when I came in to check on the banging sound coming from his room I found that James had armed him (Moroni and the city of Gid style) with a bucket opener and himself with a rubber mallet and they were busting out.
Potty words have become hilarious to the now 3 year old in the house. We are doing our best to come up with words equally hilarious, but less embarrassing when sung in loud chorus from the church bench or shopping cart. "Stinky socks" have made the cut, Suggestions are welcome.
Isaac's bozo the clown curls had their first chop, but much my delight they are growing back still curly. Maybe he will take after his daddy! Be still my heart!
I LOVE having a yard. We ripped up the front lawn/weeds and put in a cherry tree, raspberry bushes, garden boxes and reseeded some lawn patches. The grass is finally coming in and it's looking more and more like a yard. I think we will tackle the backyard next year, but it's suited us just fine so far.
There was a small hiccup when James learned to climb the chain link fence, but he seems to have lost interest in escaping. I'm crossing my fingers it lasts.
Isaac has been getting deeply offended by things. I shouldn't be taking pictures of this sad face, but it's a little bit too funny sometimes. Complete with casting himself on the floor and refusing to look at the person who had the audacity to take away the scissors or who told him sternly, "Isaac we don't stand on the table."
James is getting creative with his mayhem: erasing our whiteboard calendar with the broom, hiding raw eggs in our bed, sneaking our tools to unscrew the screws in our furniture, smuggling toys from friends houses under his shirt, washing his hands after going potty in the toilet water, just to give you an idea.
It's interesting. I always assume that the most effective strategy to motivate James will be to make it fun, and sometimes that works, but more often than not, he likes knowing why we are doing what I'm asking, what he will get out of it in the end. For all of his energy and antics it's actually quite nice having such a logical child. If I can explain the purpose and future outcome, he's usually on board.
If I ask him to put on his shoes, the whole effort is futile until I explain that we are going to Home Depot to get some nails to build another garden box and then he's ready to go before I am.
Isaac and I have an adorable morning routine. He generally wakes up just a tad before James does. I grab him from his crib and we snuggle on the couch for a few minutes while he fully wakes up. It's in stark contrast to James never-snuggled-until-he-turned-2 Fife, and I'm loving it. Then by the time Isaac has warmed up to the idea of a new day, James pops out of bed rarein' to go and we start our morning. Now that Isaac's sleeping has settled into some semblance of consistency I've been able to wake up before the boys do and get myself ready. It's made a huge difference. I'm more prepared to have control of the day instead of following the trail of destruction.
Isaac is still taking two naps a day (except Sunday, with church at 9 he has to hold out until noon for one long nap), but I've phased out James' naps. Any time he did take one he would end up staying away in his room until 11 PM and so after a few miserable afternoons he has settled into staying awake all day. If we really play hard, he can't make it and I find him like this.
I wouldn't call Isaac a picky eater, he's more like a careful eater. He just needs some time to think about anything that he puts in his mouth. Bonus, he doesn't eat rocks and leaves, but it means that in the time it takes for James and I to finish our meals he is still testing the look, texture, smell, and gravity of his. Often this thorough examination of food means it's under his chair before it ever makes it to the tasting part of the process.
Isaac may be a little tricky to feed, but he is a pro at ice cream cones. Surprisingly little mess and he will eat the entire thing himself. Chuck's Produce has free kid cones every day so sometimes we go just for the cone. Don't tell!
I'll end with a few of James' favorite phrases:
After I explain that he can't do something again (turn on the hose, write on the walls, shove his brother) "Uh, I probly will."
"No, say that to me mommy!"
"look mom! New spring grass!" (quote from Bambi, he saw it three times at Great Grandpa Brown's house)
"It's okay Isaac, I'm right here."
"Mommy, today we are going to go to Chuck's, swim in the swimming pool, and send a message to Roses' mommy so she can come play. Okay mommy?"
"Is it time to go to Ashley's house?" (this is with no previous suggestion on my part that we will be going anywhere.)
"mom the timer is just up, it's time to ________"
instead of saying, "I have a problem" he says, "I need a problem."
"I'm thinking we need to ______"
"Isaac doesn't need a nap, he's very happy!"