Toddlerisms

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

So I ask Wyatt to give Zane his bottle while I use the restroom.

I step out to find Baby Jaguar doing the babysitting. The bottle is propped on his back, snuggled between the head and the tail.

Irresponsible, but ingenious.

So Wyatt says to me, "Colty is my best friend."

I reply, "He's fun to play with isn't he."

A few minutes later I find the BFFs in their room, sitting on a fort made of pillows, sucking on popsicles they snuck out of the freezer.

They're gonna be trouble.

So who needs one of those fancy audio/video baby monitors?

Not when you have a three-year-old who's who's obsessed with "checking on" his new brother.

Every morning Wyatt yells to me or Joe, "Zaney is awake. I hear baby crying."

He runs to the nursery and peeks in the crib. He tells Zane, in a soft, comforting voice, "It's ok baby, you're ok."

So I hear Wyatt yell from the bathroom, "Mommy, my pants are wet."

I walk in to find him waist deep in his bath water. Colt is next to him, equally drenched, equally amused.

I step out to avoid laughing.

When I told them, "Get in the tub, right now"...I did not mean fully clothed.

Next time I'll be more clear.

So now that Colt is two we are trying to teach him to show people "how many" he is.

He gets it, kind of.

He'll give you two fingers, just not on the same hand.

So Wyatt looks lovingly at Zane and says, "We are so lucky to have such a good baby."

He pauses and adds, "There's no other baby in the world like him."

Agreed. Mom thinks you're all pretty awesome.

So Joe and I thought we were pretty clear with his brothers, "No more big toys."

We said, "Only buy stuff that fits in a toy box, not the garage!"

So imagine our dismay when Jim announced that he'd purchased the boys a full sized, airplane shaped, jungle gym/see-saw.

He delivered it this weekend. Based on the boys reaction, Uncle Jim is forgiven.

The only debate now, who gets to be the pilot!