baby house

Tonight: family time.

I asked Elliot where he lived when he was a baby and before he was born.

E: "I used to live in an itty bitty house in Mommy's belly (he comes over and puts his itty bitty finger on my tummy) and then I popped out!"

I immediately wrote it down. Stuff that good needs to be put in writing.

gushing, remembering.

Just left Elliot's room after a LONG goodnight :). As I stood up to put E down, the rocking chair rocked too far back and hit the wall, making a little bang. Elliot gasped, and in a tiny, high pitched voice (so it's much funnier if you're actually hearing it from him) "What the heck? Mommy, what the heck was that sound?"
I tried my best not to laugh (unsuccessfully).
I guess when they are this age, most everything that comes out of their mouth is cute/funny. Here are some things I want to remember that he said recently:

-when he put on his button down Hawaiian shirt:

"I'm not Elliot, I'm James!"

-Talking about kids at school:

"Jonah wouldn't listen to Paloma and he moved that way (he points). Teachers told us do NOT touch the ants or we will get very itchy!"

-As I am leaving his room at night:

Mama, tomorrow we can put on our jackets and go talk to the birds. We can put our jackets on and walk up and down the hills and talk to the birds.'

-As I bring a balloon home from Central Market (he REMEMBERS that they have only 2 colors there):

"Mommy bought me this balloon from Central Market and it's green, not purple.

-I ask him, "why does Mommy love you so much?"

"because I am savoring my ice cream."'

E loves to sing. He likes all kinds of songs--from simple Baa Baa Blacksheep, to Sweet Baby James (he calls this the "horse song"--if you know the lyrics, it mentions horse and cattle.
He knows EVERY word and because the words are more mature, they are so funny when he sings them.

And...for about three days E was asking me to sing the , "sculpture song." Took me a bit to realize that this is Your Song by Elton John...

the words E was referring to:

"If I were a sculptor, but then again, no--or a man, who makes potions in a traveling show--
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do...my gift is my song and--this one's for you.
And you can tell everybody, this is your song.
It may be quite simple but, now that it's done-
I hope you don't mind,
I hope you don't mind,
that I put down in the words--
HOW WONDERFUL LIFE IS, WHILE YOU'RE IN THE WORLD.

Elliot, I sing this to you because the world is actually the most wonderful it could ever be because you are a part of it. I love you endlessly. I get a frog in my throat thinking of you growing up.
You are simply angelic.

Just keeping sweet records

Elliot has said lately:

"mama, you are my favorite girl."

"Daddy loves Mommy and Daddy and Mommy say I love you."

"Daddy is Mommy's boy."

"Mama, Nana is kind of like a bunny and Grandpa is kind of like a fishy."

"Someone's having a birthday tonight and it's Uncle Chris" (who, by the way is in Dallas and who's b-day isn't until March :)

instead of, I am two YEARS old:

"I am two AND old."

when Linus, our crazy dog was wining incessantly:

"I think he needs some space."

when he begins a story:

"Once upon a day..."

as he was humming in the car:

"Mama, I'm a humming bird"

"Mama, I'm so impressed with you."

These are here so I remember them, I have already forgotten so many things he has said and they happened this month!

stories

E has been telling stories that start with, "then..."

"Then the baby went inside the rasberry. He was teeny tiny."

"Then the piggie was on my foot."

"Then the doggie was dirty and made footprints."

They are endless. They are usually off the cuff, and always a joy to me.

IMAGINATION.

observe and sing

For the last week Elliot has been such an angel, such a charmer, I nearly forget he has
the ability to access the "terrible twos."
Now that I've said that I'll probably become acquainted with them really soon!

E is so observant, much like my mom has described me as being. Mom always remarks at how I always comment on things that other people might not notice--knick-knacks in a room, a unique ceiling, etc.
There are too many things to list. But one that occurred today for E was that he looked to a very high arch in our ceiling and said.
"I can't reach it."
I said, "what can't you reach?"
He said, "the pink dot."

I thought I was the only one! That "pink dot" is actually a tack left over from when I hung baby shower decor for my best friend's shin-dig here. I could barely push it in with the tip of my finger and now, even on a ladder, I am too short to take it out!

That tack has been bothering me for months and I keep forgetting to ask my hubby to get it.

Thank goodness for E's skills of observation or it might be there until he graduates high school! :)

Tonight as we were rocking, E was singing another of his made up songs. These lyrics are not copy written yet, so please don't steal:

And then
and then
and thennnnnnnnn
and then theyyyyy...
ate.

P.S. the pic is of E engulfed in the parachute ball that his Great Aunt Patty brought to the family reunion this past Aug. E, no fear, continuously ran--time after time careening into the ball and falling to his tummy in sheer giant ball bliss. He is made of Rubber and Boy.

Favorite question

Imagine going about your day with a tiny voice asking repeatedly,

"How can that be?"

;)

These days

E talks our ears off
He asks LOTS of questions
He wears underwear except for at night
He is still the love of our lives.

A few nights ago:

I am singing as we are rocking before bed, his head on my chest.

I stop singing and just rock.

E waits about a minute, lifts his head and says:

"TALK."

he looks at me for another few seconds

"PLEASE."

I laughed so much! He said it the way you would ask someone to have a seat if they were visiting your home, "Sit; Please."

Anyhow, he is much more interested in my singing and dancing these days. He makes up his own songs and goes all out especially when he thinks no one is listening/watching.

He loves to dance in my arms and though my back doesn't dig it, my heart sure does.

One thing said a few weeks ago that, at the time was his longest run-on sentence:

"Mama, I don't have my swim shoes that Daddy got at Target and cut the tag off."

:)