I went in search of Nathan today when I realized I hadn’t heard him in a while…..silence usually means he is doing something he shouldn’t! I found him in the bedroom, bedside lamp turned on and sitting on the bed, and Arthur Bear on his back on the bed and under the lamp. Nathan was looking closely at him. I asked what he was doing. His response was “giving Arthur Bear affections”.
Funny how he tries to use words before he gets the general idea as to what they mean.
While we were traveling back to Melbourne in the car, we lost some altitude and my ears ‘popped’. Toby grizzled and pointed to his ear, so I gave him an apple and told him to take a bite, chew chew chew and swallow to help his ear. The apple would help his ear, is what I told him. So he took a bite and then put the apple on his ear. I guess it was pretty easy to misinterpret those words.
We spent the day on Thursday traveling by public transport. Waiting at Melbourne Central station for the train, Nathan informed me that he was hungry.
Mummy: you can have some apple
Nathan: no, I want something from in there (pointing to a vending machine we were standing next to)
Mummy: you can’t have anything from in there……but if you could, what would you want?
Nathan: (pointing) that one, the one with the two big K’s.
It always interests me to discover what attracts Nathan. I guess that because he is so interested in letters and words at the moment, that the big K’s in Kit Kat really stand out to him. He has never had a Kit Kat, or seen an advertisement for one on TV (as far as I know….he rarely watches TV but occasionally sees some when Andrew is watching car racing) so he isn’t asking for something that he knows or thinks he likes. It is simply the packet that looked best to him.
Andrew had some fun on the computer last night….after Toby had fun at the park a few days ago. He happily climbed up the stairs and went down the slide all by himself. He had been doing it for at least half an hour before a lady saw him at the top of the slide and sucked in her breath in fright. She obviously thought he was too young to be up there alone.
Pegs are such a great toy. They get sucked on, counted, given to Mummy when she hangs up washing, collected off the ground when Mummy drops them, and the list probably goes on. I seem to constantly find pegs all around the house, inside and outside.
I was a bit confused, a couple of days ago, when Nathan ran up to me and excitedly told me that “we ‘ave begs on our ed”
Then he turned around and showed me his head and there was a peg attached to his hair, looking for all the world like a hair clip. Where does my boy get ideas like this? Has he seen someone with hair clips in when we’ve been out? Or does it just seem like a logical thing to do with pegs? Anyway, I laughed and went outside in search of Toby, and sure enough the 2-year-old hair stylist had been at him as well.
At night, when we are trying to get Nathan to relax and go to sleep, we tell him that it is sleep time. When he wakes up toooooo early in the morning, we tell him it is still sleep time. Usually it is dark when Nathan wakes up, though it won’t be long before it is light at his normal wake-up time. A few mornings ago he slept in a little and it was daylight when he woke. He sat up in bed and said:
It’s awake time. WAKE UP EVERYBODY!!
Mitch and Nathan, Queen Victoria Building in the city
When we do our shopping at the supermarket, Nathan likes to put coins in the guide dog to support blind people. Every time we walk through the check-out he asks me for money to put in the dog. I usually oblige him. I give him a coin, we talk about it’s value, then he puts it in the slot on the dog’s head, and he tells me that it helps people who can’t see.
Last Thursday I had Nathan sitting in the shopping trolley and Toby was in the mei tei on my front when I tried to maneuver the trolley into a position that would allow Nathan to reach the slot on top of the dog’s head. A very grumpy looking old lady glared at me as I tried to avoid touching her with the trolley as she sat on the seat/bench next to the dog. I succeeded as she glared at me, then after Nathan put the money into the dog we had our discussion about how the money helps people who can’t see.
We were just about the leave when the lady asked me if I had two boys, to which I smiled and said that I did. She glared at me even more, and looked very disapproving. Then she asked me something that really made me do a double take…..
“why didn’t you have a girl?” she demanded.
HUH???
I was talking to Nathan tonight about ‘my boys’. I asked Nathan who my boys were….is Nathan my boy? Nathan said “yes”. Is Toby my boy? “yes”. Is Daddy my boy? “yes”. Is Sarah (a friend’s daughter, same age as Nathan) my boy? “yes”. In surprise I told Nathan that Sarah isn’t a boy, that she is a girl. This is not the first time we have had a discussion about gender differences, so Andrew piped up….
Daddy: “Nathan, What is the difference between boys and girls?”
Nathan: no response
Daddy, to prompt: “boys have…..”
Nathan: “two front teeth”
Nathan has started calling Toby…Tobery. He pronounces it….Toe-bear-rie, with the emphasis on the middle syllable. I have no idea where it has come from!
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