Some holiday hits

I was just talking with my wife about how it's been quite a while since I've written anything about Drew here on the blog.  Certainly not because I haven't wanted to, or because he hasn't provided any material to write about.  I've just been lazy and not written any of it down.

So here's an attempt to make up for it just a tad.

Over the holiday break, Drew had some classic one-liners.

One night, we went out to drive around Highland Park and look at Christmas lights.  As soon as we got into my wife's car, we turned on the radio, and it was set to the Sirius XM Christmas song channel, as it tends to be from Thanksgiving through New Year's.  Last Christmas, by Wham (or George Michael, I don't know), was playing, and my wife said, "Andrew, it's my favorite Christmas song!

From the back seat, Andrew immediately replied, "It's my NOT favorite Christmas song!"

After moseying around several neighborhoods and taking in all the lights, we could tell Drew was bored, because he had gotten out his magnetic alphabet board and was putting numbers and letters together.  He stuck two of his numbers together and asked, "What number is this, Mama?"

It was dark, and T said, "I don't know, baby, I can't really see it."

Drew, in his best teacher's voice said, "It's fifty-three, Mama!  You know this number!"

Is that your mom?

Andrew and his mommy have finally returned home after their beach trip, so I got to play with the little man this morning for the first time in a while.  And he had some new toys.

One of his new toys is a 6 inch Superman action figure.  He already has a tiny little Superman toy, probably only about 2 inches tall, so we went to grab it.  He came running back, pointing at the bigger one, saying, "That's Superman's Momma!"

"Um, I'm pretty sure he's a boy," I told him.

"That's Superman's Dada!"

OK, that sounds more like it.

Not from around here

I was playing with Andrew tonight, and he kept asking me to talk like Yoda.  Naturally, I obliged. 

We were near the United States puzzle, so Drew started asking me, "What state are YOU from, Yoda?"

I told him, "I am not from the United States.  I live on a planet called Dagobah."

He said, "Is that by Ohio?"

Yep, that sounds like a teacher!

Andrew told my wife and me a very funny story the other day, and the funniness wasn't as much in the telling as it was in the understanding.

Drew has been going to a half-day Mother's Day Out program two times a week for the past few weeks.  He told us the other day that one of the other kids, Jackson, asked about Drew's Curious George t-shirt.

He told us, "Jackson said, 'Is that a monkey on your shirt?'  Then Miss Jennifer said, 'You need to go over there where your name is.'"

I can totally see the teacher saying, "Jackson, go back to your seat and sit down!"  I find myself saying very similar things all day long!

State of knowledge

My son is not even three and a half years old yet.  But he can name over half of the US states on a map.  I am just beyond amazed.

He's been counting since he was 1, he could say the alphabet forwards AND backwards when he was 2...

I'm fully expecting him to start reciting Pi to 20 places any day now...

What the HECK??

Just when we think we've got this potty training thing down, it all blows up in our face.  Andrew had been doing SO well, not having accidents, staying in big boy underwear for the entire day (still sleeping in a diaper, but waking hours were all in a dry pair of underwear).

Then in the past couple of weeks, it's like he's totally forgotten how to hold it in!  When we suggest he go use the potty, he says, "I don't have to go."  We've had to force him to go try.  When he does tell us he needs to go, it's usually seconds before an accident.

Tonight, I asked if he needed to go and he said, "I don't have to go."  I told him we'd go try in ten minutes anyway.  Ten minutes later, I said, "Let's go use the potty."  I got up to walk to the bathroom with him, and he stood looking at me as he peed all over the floor. 

My wife and I are at our wits' ends!

I guess it's back to diapers for a while! :(

This is sad

Tonight, I provided several quality minutes of entertainment to my son as he watched me attempt to swat a fly in the kitchen.  

Fly - 1

Dada - 0