Clapping Hands

Devin has started clapping his hands. For awhile, I thought he was clapping on command, but I realized last night that it's really me clapping on command. He claps, I clap back, he claps again. Who's teaching who? Devin is teaching mommy.

I have an idea

We were going out and about yesterday, and my plan was for us to stop at Culver's for lunch. When Trevor asked where we were going, we told him that we were going to Culver's for lunch. He didn't want to do that. So, he said, "I have an idea. Let's go...



...someplace else!

Now, here we go tricky. Daddy was the trickiest. I can't remember exactly what he said, but he got Trevor to say, "I have an idea...let's go to Culver's for lunch." Daddy is a tricky, clever daddy.

Shark

Trevor has taken to calling himself Shark lately. In third person.

"Mommy, Shark needs a drink."

"Mommy, Shark doesn't want to go potty."

Or, Rooster.

Knock, Knock, Knock. "Rooster is cold." Knock, Knock, Knock. He was knocking, and I just wasn't letting him in.

Little Man

Last night at dinner as we were walking into the restaurant, I said to Trevor, "Come on, Little Man!"

He responded something like, "Let's go, big Man!" I mumbled something about "Big Woman" and decided to just let it go...

Great and Son, Moon and Stars

Sometimes, I ask Trevor, "How much do you love me?" He always answers, "Great!" Similarly, if I ask him, "Do you know how much I love you?" he answers, "Great!"

I also like to tell him that I like having him as my son. He always calls me the Moon, then. The other day, we decided Daddy is the Stars. Devin is our other son, of course.

Of course you can

"Can I have a drink of your milk?" I ask.

"Of course you can," Trevor responds. He's all grown up...

We went to dinner last night, and we had talked about going to Target after to get Trevor a new car. We decided it was just too late, so we went home instead. On the way home, he was pretty upset. We kept saying that he might be able to get that car tomorrow, and he would say, "But, I want a new car!" Finally, he said, "I want Granma and Granpa!" This really happened. Not making it up for the relatives in far away places. Then I asked if Memaw and Papa would work since they're coming for a visit soon. He said they would work. But, then he said he didn't want Granma and Granpa and Memaw and Papa to come to his house for a visit. Then, the conversation turned back to riding on little birds, and how it hurts them so it's not a very good idea. Ostriches and Emu were OK to ride on. Ducks, maybe...

Then, the car was forgotten.

I haven't talked to his dad, yet today though. I'm betting he ended up getting that new car.

9/6/05

Well, lately Trevor has been answering, "of course" instead of "yes". I ask, can I have a bite of your pop-tart, he answers, "of course." I only wish that when I ask that he never hits at or sits on Devin again, he would answer "of course" and mean it. He's a bit of a stinker when it comes to being nice to little Devin.

Devin an Trevor seemed are "communicating" lately. Devin says "AHHHHHAHHHH" and Trevor says, "AHHHHHHAHHHHH." Devin squeals, Trevor squeals. Sometimes, mommy and daddy squeal or growls, too. It's fun.

Trevor has been falling asleep on our bedroom floor, then I carry him to bed when I go to bed. He always ends up back on our bedroom floor, though. He usually tries to remember to bring a blanket with him when he makes the return trip. Yesterday, I threw a bunch of clothes on his bedroom floor, and I haven't put them away yet. So, last night, on his return trip, instead of a blanket, he brought one sock, one pair of Devin's pants, a big shirt and a towel. He makes me laugh.

One last story...

We went shopping on Sunday. Devin was riding in the basket, a happy baby for the most part. When I passed by a bin of apples, he must have noticed how easy it would be to reach out and grab one. So, he did. I took it away before he got a bite, but I hope the eventual owner of that apple washes it well. It made it to his mouth. Oh, I also gave him a sample of a "Two-Bite Brownie". (I had one myself...it was yummy). I gave him that sample, and then continued to shop without paying too much attention to him (he was buckled in). When I looked at him a couple of minutes later, one bite of that two-bite brownie was eaten, and the other bite was on his mouth, hands, shirt, and the little seat in which he was sitting.

Devin has become an incredibly happy baby. He smiles very easily. He's beautiful when he smiles! He's beautiful all the time, of course, but when he smiles, he's irresistable. His hair is strawberry blonde, emphasis on blonde. And, he's got just a little curl. He hates baths, loves bananas, and refuses to hold a bottle. He's 11 months old; he's never going to hold a bottle. I think it's his way of refusing my desire for him to be independent. He'll feed himself; he goes to sleep at bedtime; he's not going to hold his bottle. He just needs for me to accept that.

8/26/05

This morning, I asked Trevor, "do you know who loves you?" At first, he said, "I don't know." Then I told him to think really hard and take a guess. He finally said that Mommy, Daddy, and Devin love him. We talked about how lucky he was to have us to love him. Then I asked, "does anyone else love you?" And he said, "Granpa!" Then he said, "Granma Roth (Roff) loves me."

Then the applesauce stole his attention. It was cute.

8/16/05

Trevor followed me into the bathroom this morning. When I told him that I just needed to get dressed, he said, "Good, then you can open the d (breath) oor, and then you can get me a sn (breath) ack."

The way he said it was pretty funny.

I got him a poptart, and I learned an important lesson. The icing on a poptart fresh from the toaster is blistering hot. Don't touch it.

8/8/05...Noodle Pop

There's a show on the Disney Channel called the Doodle Bops. Guess what Trevor calls it? Yep...Noodle Pops. Mo is his favorite Noodle Pop.