Ike said his first unsolicited "I love you" today. I love him too.
He was also trying to mend Harry's broken Iron Man mask and, channeling Jeff Spicoli, looked up to me with guilty eyes and said, "I can fix it."
Harry showed his mettle yesterday:
I did too I might add by bringing the flip to his practice.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Wookit!
Ike's favorite word now is, "Wookit!" As in "Look it!" Which I know is two words and not an official conjunction, but whatever. At least I think he's saying "Look It!" He may actually be saying "Wookie!" since I've never met a kid who resembles a toddler Chewbacca as much as Ike. Not sure Harry's cut out to be Han Solo, however.
He's also been singing "Old MacDonald," a lot lately. His rendition goes something like this: "Has a farm... Pig! E-I-E-I-O!" (followed by really great pig sounds). He's not quite sure what belongs on a farm yet though. When he runs out of animals, he looks around the room and calls out other nouns, like "Has a farm... Spoon!" But then he usually doesn't have a sound for it.
The most annoying thing he does right now is when you offer him something, anything at all, he says "I wanna diff one." Pants, shirts, juice cups, washcloths. So you spend about ten minutes offering him different choices and inevitably he goes back to the first one. At which time, even though I knew all along it was coming to this, I'm dangerously close to poking him in the eye. And then asking if he wanted a different one.
Harry thinks it's funny that cowboys ride on horses. Personally I think it would be funnier if they rode on cows.
He's very into temporary tattoos right now and asked me why my tattoos don't ever rub off. I told him why, but he didn't understand. I'll have to take him to get a real one soon. We've been looking for activities for him anyway.
On a more depressing note, I was walking with him the other day and a homeless man asked us for money. This homeless man in particular happens to be a guy I see all the time telling gay men they're going to hell, so I don't give him money. When Harry asked me what he wanted I explained that sometimes people ask for help if they need it. He asked why I didn't help that guy. I told him he wasn't a very nice person. He thought about this for a while, then asked me if you only help nice people. I'm starting to long for the days when Scooby Doo was all we talked about.
He's also been singing "Old MacDonald," a lot lately. His rendition goes something like this: "Has a farm... Pig! E-I-E-I-O!" (followed by really great pig sounds). He's not quite sure what belongs on a farm yet though. When he runs out of animals, he looks around the room and calls out other nouns, like "Has a farm... Spoon!" But then he usually doesn't have a sound for it.
The most annoying thing he does right now is when you offer him something, anything at all, he says "I wanna diff one." Pants, shirts, juice cups, washcloths. So you spend about ten minutes offering him different choices and inevitably he goes back to the first one. At which time, even though I knew all along it was coming to this, I'm dangerously close to poking him in the eye. And then asking if he wanted a different one.
Harry thinks it's funny that cowboys ride on horses. Personally I think it would be funnier if they rode on cows.
He's very into temporary tattoos right now and asked me why my tattoos don't ever rub off. I told him why, but he didn't understand. I'll have to take him to get a real one soon. We've been looking for activities for him anyway.
On a more depressing note, I was walking with him the other day and a homeless man asked us for money. This homeless man in particular happens to be a guy I see all the time telling gay men they're going to hell, so I don't give him money. When Harry asked me what he wanted I explained that sometimes people ask for help if they need it. He asked why I didn't help that guy. I told him he wasn't a very nice person. He thought about this for a while, then asked me if you only help nice people. I'm starting to long for the days when Scooby Doo was all we talked about.
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