Showing posts with label cub. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cub. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Sam Quotes

He's almost 3, our little Cub.  He's talking up a storm lately.  Sometimes you know what he means, sometimes you don't.   Sometimes he yells at you.  Sometimes he's really sweet.

A few good quotes lately:

The day before Thanksgiving, he got afraid of turkeys.  So on the holiday, we referred to "the meat" or "food."  At the end of dinner, I had lost my patience with his fid-faddling around, pointed to his plate and told him to eat his turkey.
"That's not a turkey," he said, "that's FOOD."



Another day, he was carrying on because he wanted some (more) candy.  Pulling out the love and logic technique, I was very sympathetic and said, "I know you really want some candy, and it's hard when we don't get what we want."  He got close up to me and yelled a few words, "YOU! NO! TELL! ME! ITS! HARD!"    Onto parenting technique 3,498.


Today the still 2 year old was wrestling/attacking his 8 yr old brother.  He was basically hanging off K's back.  So when JimDad told him to let go already, Sam yelled back:  BUT I LOVE HIM!
 "Well, sure, you love him buddy, but you need to let go of his neck!"    #brothers

Monday, October 19, 2015

The Cub's Hobbies

A few months ago, we had to do an "All About Me" poster for Cub's day care.  It felt a little odd, like writing a personals ad for someone else.  But we did it, and I may have gone a teeny bit overboard with the photos and descriptions, as compensation for not documenting his every move on this blog.

The poster came back a few weeks ago, and I'm glad I went overboard.  It's hanging in the boys room, and we all like looking at it a bit.   Without the benefit of all the photos, here's the summary of our 20.5 month son!

"Hi!  My name is Sam.  I was born in Hershey, PA.  This is my family (immediate and grands only, as there's over 20 people if we start counting uncles and aunts and cousins).  I love my big brother.  I like to climb and hide.  I like playing football, going outside and listening or dancing to music."

In the few months since that happened, I realized we could add another hobby to the list:  coloring.  It's more accurate to say "scribbling", and probably the MOST accurate to say "graffiti" since he writes over EVERYTHING.  Really.  Kaden's homework, cards people have sent us, newspapers, books, tables, the floor, the walls.  Yes, plural: walls.  While he will write/scribble/graffiti will any writing instrument he can find, he tends to prefer colored Sharpies.  Yes, the permanent ones.

It's a bit disheartening to have a new masterpiece pop up before we're finished cleaning the last one off the wall.  We have already moved all the pens and markers and crayons out of reach, but somehow there's always one escapee.  Or perhaps his climbing comes in handy?

Also- in the few weeks since we wrote the post about his words, his vocab has exploded this past week.  He's not quite stringing together sentences, even the 2 word kind, but he is great at understanding what we mean (go get the blue shirt).  He's decent at making his wants known, if he's not in a meltdown that is, too.  He likes to put on his shoes and point to the door, "Go?  Go?"

He's also a great little parrot, repeating (or trying to) almost everything we say.  Unless we're in church, when he just wants to talk loudly or cry.  But that's another post.   It's funny that he will also parrot animals (woof, woof) or other people we pass by (hello, baby).  He's on the verge of all the fun preschool exploring, and it's good to see him growing in wonder and starting to master skills.