Tomorrow G is 22 months and he said:

"Mommy's noodles are all gone."
and
"Mommy rock-a-bye up in hammock too!"

This is too much to take! So *that's* what all the spazziness was about. Now that he's broken the Talking Barrier he's back to a much more pleasant version of himself. I always forget about the nastiness that precedes a developmental leap, but there it was and there it went.

*Sigh* I love this.


ETA: In the interest of not throwing up a new post everytime G says something amazing, I'll just add it here:

"Daddy took a sticker off my sticker chart and said sorry." !!!!!!!!!
"Anneva loves doughnuts."

Today's thought:

"That tree has a big top."
- Graham

My BABY said that!!!!

Ewwww, toddlers.

So Graham has gotten to be quite a challenge. Lots of very exciting things have developed, and lots of difficulties have ensued. A particular un-favorite is the wonderful game of "I want that, no I want the other thing, no I want the thing that I wanted before." This game never ends well. He also is still in the Hitting Phase. It seems to have gotten worse. We are not spanking, but man do I want to sometimes. This is, I think, probably the reason I don't spank: I don't want to spank out of anger, and once I'm not angry anymore I don't think spanking is the solution it seemed to be when I was pissed. Plus, do I hit him for hitting? That makes no sense whatsoever! But, ugh. He is trying my patience and on my last nerve a LOT.

Ok, fun things. He's got the 3-word sentence down pat, and some 4's: "Pablo eat bugs, gross!" and "Rainboots go outside now." Puddles are "cuddles." He can pretty much do all his ABCs and count to 12 (sometimes) although he always skips 4. He is beginning to be able to recognize some letters, we've had good luck with B's and O's. He calls the alphabet letters "C Ds." He has finally started calling Anneva "Nina" instead of "Nonny," my dad "Grandpa" instead of "Baba," and I am no longer Mama. I'm Mommy. I feel a little sad about that, until I hear him yell "Nick! Nick!"

In other news, we took a trip to the Emergency Room this week. Monday night he fell, a short fall, but one that left him a little rattled and without apetite. Then overnight he got really really sick. Like puke all over everything 6 times sick, like so sick and tired he was vomiting without really waking up to do it. Tuesday morning I put it together that he may have a concussion and we had to go get a CAT scan. Well, as it turns out it was strep throat. So here is where you learn what I learned: strep can make kids throw up. Who knew. It was a pretty terrible lesson, and an expensive one.

I want to post some about the Bradley childbirth educator workshop I attended last weekend, but that will have to wait. It was so amazing, I just can't do it justice right now. I am really excited to start teaching though.