He talks in his sleep. Once he said , "Mooooo! Mooo! Moooooooooo!" Another time he said "No woof woof!" (telling King the dog 'no'). And "Two balls!" (the mini m&m's he gets for potty success, only when he asks).
Every poo is a "BIIIIIG POO!"
New random words include seahorse and decapitate (daddy decapitated a giraffe sticker by accident).
Every time we go to the car, Asher hopefully declares, "Asher drive!"
Oh, the dancing, and he wants everyone to dance with him.
Yesterday he wanted a belt tied around his waist, and he was a mouse running around the house saying "eee! eee!" and holding his fists up to his head for ears.
He knows square, circle, star and diamond. He also knows red, blue, green, yellow, orange and white. He can recognize about half of the alphabet and a handful of numbers. His favorite letter of the moment is H, and he makes H's out of everything. Last week it was Y's. He can recognize all the letters in his first name.
He's discovered my hidden talent of making up random songs, and demands "Mommy sing apple!" (that one was the abc's only with picture words instead of letters, such as on his alphabet poster) and "Mommy sing poo!" (I chose the tune of Heart and Soul.... Poo poo poo, poopoopoopoopoopooo Poo Poo Pooooo..."
Can you tell we're toilet training? So much potty talk...
Today, on the way to the library, Asher and I randomly burst out into song. He was singing a random, wordless song composed of "bumbum bum" and I was singing the hokey pokey.
When we were in the grocery store we found him munching on a mushroom he had removed from a package... that he had opened.
At the moment, he wants to be carried everywhere. From the bedroom to the livingroom, the kitchen to the bathroom, etc.
He very eloquently asked for "happy faces" at dinner one night, meaning the fried strips of bell pepper which, to him, resembled happy faces.
We have been teaching him to raise and lower his eyebrows. Asher's interpretation of this is to expressively and determinedly roll his eyes.
He has definite opinions about what he wants to wear. Most of his shirts seem to have cars or dinosaurs on them, luckily, he likes cars and dinosaurs.
He is great at potty training, as long as he is naked from the waist down. If he is wearing a diaper, training pants, or any clothing on his bottom, he will use the bathroom in it.
When he's not finished with something, he'll say "One more minute!"
It is hard to play hide and go seek with him. When he's excited, he counts, "One... EIGHTNINETEN!" Thankfully he's delighted to find me wherever I am hiding because I usually don't get very far.
He likes to put on his backpack and "fly" around the house.
He tries to convince everyone else to sing the ABC's for him.
Every time we go to the car, Asher hopefully declares, "Asher drive!"
Oh, the dancing, and he wants everyone to dance with him.
Yesterday he wanted a belt tied around his waist, and he was a mouse running around the house saying "eee! eee!" and holding his fists up to his head for ears.
He knows square, circle, star and diamond. He also knows red, blue, green, yellow, orange and white. He can recognize about half of the alphabet and a handful of numbers. His favorite letter of the moment is H, and he makes H's out of everything. Last week it was Y's. He can recognize all the letters in his first name.
He's discovered my hidden talent of making up random songs, and demands "Mommy sing apple!" (that one was the abc's only with picture words instead of letters, such as on his alphabet poster) and "Mommy sing poo!" (I chose the tune of Heart and Soul.... Poo poo poo, poopoopoopoopoopooo Poo Poo Pooooo..."
Can you tell we're toilet training? So much potty talk...
Today, on the way to the library, Asher and I randomly burst out into song. He was singing a random, wordless song composed of "bumbum bum" and I was singing the hokey pokey.
When we were in the grocery store we found him munching on a mushroom he had removed from a package... that he had opened.
At the moment, he wants to be carried everywhere. From the bedroom to the livingroom, the kitchen to the bathroom, etc.
He very eloquently asked for "happy faces" at dinner one night, meaning the fried strips of bell pepper which, to him, resembled happy faces.
We have been teaching him to raise and lower his eyebrows. Asher's interpretation of this is to expressively and determinedly roll his eyes.
He has definite opinions about what he wants to wear. Most of his shirts seem to have cars or dinosaurs on them, luckily, he likes cars and dinosaurs.
He is great at potty training, as long as he is naked from the waist down. If he is wearing a diaper, training pants, or any clothing on his bottom, he will use the bathroom in it.
When he's not finished with something, he'll say "One more minute!"
It is hard to play hide and go seek with him. When he's excited, he counts, "One... EIGHTNINETEN!" Thankfully he's delighted to find me wherever I am hiding because I usually don't get very far.
He likes to put on his backpack and "fly" around the house.
He tries to convince everyone else to sing the ABC's for him.
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