Day 26: Cars and trucks

No surprise here: a nearly two-year-old boy who is obsessed with all sorts of vehicles. Sometimes my mom asks me what Lego is doing at the moment when I’m on the phone with her, and lately my answer has almost always been, “playing with cars.” Sometimes he’s lying down on his stomach, his arm outstretched with the car in it. Sometimes he’s sitting up. Sometimes he just lines all his cars up in rows. I don’t know what the fascination is for little children—especially boys—with cars, trucks, trains, and planes. But it’s nearly universal.

Also, if you live near us or will be seeing us in the near future, see if you can get him to say “helicopter.” It’s extremely cute.

Days 24 and 25

Day 24: Time to eat!

One of Lego’s self-assigned duties is to run and yell, “time to eat,” at his Dad when I tell him it’s time. Sometimes he’ll start yelling it when I start making dinner, and I have to yell, “Not yet,” so Jon Boy doesn’t get confused.

Day 25: Use caution!

Toddlers are notorious for having little to no sense of their own danger. They jump off of things, climb too high, run into streets, grab dangerous objects, and stick their fingers in outlets. Sometimes Lego does things that scare me—I would never expect him to do otherwise.

At the same time, he is extremely obedient the moment I tell him something could hurt him. He moves far away when I open the oven, he stays close to the car when we’re getting in, and he doesn’t climb out of his crib (even with the side rail down). Lately, he’s been pointing at knives (including butter knives) while I make dinner or do dishes and saying, “No, no, no.” These are the times I love how cautious he is.

There are times when I wish he’d be a little more daring. When there’s a small step that I know he could walk down safely, he insists on going down backwards. He still hasn’t learned to jump, though I know he can do it. I’m fairly certain it’s because he’s afraid of falling instead of landing.

Other times, his caution is just funny. He got sprayed once by accident when I was using the spray attachment on the kitchen faucet, so every time I pull it out now, he ducks down below the countertop. When he was learning to cruise on furniture, he would let himself down slowly and carefully instead of doing what every other child does—plop down using their diaper for padding.

I am definitely the cautious type, so he might get it from me. I remember once when all my siblings discovered they could slide down the top of a tube slide at the park instead of going down inside it, and then jump off at the end. I was too scared and never tried it. I wish I had. I mean, yeah, I’ve never broken a bone, dislocated or sprained anything, or gotten stitches. But I’ve also refrained from trying some fun stuff. I hope Lego doesn’t take after me too much.

Days 22 and 23

Day 22: Lego is good at going to sleep.

Lego took a long time to sleep through the night, but for a long time, he has been very good at going to sleep at night. Someone (I don’t remember who now, so sorry if it was you) recommended a bedtime routine, and once we established that, we got him to sleep every night with little to no crying or drama. Yeah, he runs around a lot while we’re trying to wrestle his pajamas on or brush his teeth, but once it’s time to get in bed and go to sleep, he doesn’t complain. He just snuggles in while we put on his blankets and sing him a song or two. Then we leave the room and he talks quietly or not at all until he falls asleep.

The other day at nap time, he decided he wanted to sleep in his toddler bed, something he’d been afraid to do before that. I told him he needed to stay in his bed if he wanted to sleep there, but of course the first time I left the room, he climbed out immediately. I once again reminded him that he needed to stay in bed or he’d have to sleep in his crib. He was climbing out as I spoke, so I put him in his crib. He cried to be let out and to sleep in his little bed, so I repeated the rule. He has not climbed out of his little bed since. Even in the morning, he yells “Out!” at me rather than climbing out himself. I guess he doesn’t want to lose his toddler-bed privileges. Hehehehe.

Day 23: Blue eyes

The first thing people notice about Lego is that he has really blue eyes. And they’re big. See exhibit A:

I wonder if his eyes will stay blue forever or turn greyish bluish greenish like his parents’.

Day 21: Talking up a storm

Lego is a talker. He always has been, and I have reason to suspect he always will be. I remember when my mom came out to help me when he was a newborn, she commented on the fact that he made noise a lot more often than most newborns, and that his sounds were more varied. I also remember being in church week after week when he was two to five months old and wondering why he babbled so loudly all the time when everyone else’s babies were more or less silent when they weren’t crying. I remember wondering whether I should be trying to keep him quiet, and, if so, how.

Lego wasn’t a wunderkind or anything as far as the onset of his talking went. He said his first word (milk) at about 12 months. In fact, at 12 months, the speech therapist he was seeing for eating troubles thought he was speech delayed. Within three months, though, his vocabulary had grown significantly. When he was 16 months old, I made a list of every word I could think of that he said spontaneously. There were over 85 words on the list—apparently more than the average two-year-old knows (according to the AAP, the average child acquires his or her 50th word at about 24 months).

Not only does Lego know a lot of words, but he uses them. All the time. (Well, except in the first few minutes after meeting a stranger. Sometimes.) He’s becoming more adept at speaking in sentences. Today he said, “Mommy and [Lego] play in the little brown house,” and, “Airplane goes fly.” He also loves making sound effects.

Unfortunately, he’s started picking up my pseudo-swearing (not Jon Boy’s yet, thank goodness): dang it, shoot, and oh my word. I won’t even realize I’ve said anything, and he’ll start repeating it over and over and over. Oops. At least I’m not saying anything worse, eh?

Days 18, 19, and 20

Day 18: Counting

Lego is starting to learn to count. At Thanksgiving, I believe, he could count to two. Now he can usually count all the way up to five if he concentrates, and once in a while, he’ll get all the way to nine or ten. The number he has the biggest problem with is six, but today, he counted to nine and didn’t even miss six. But ask him what comes after a certain number, and he can’t tell you. I guess that will come later.

Day 19: Pumpkin shirt

Over a year ago, someone in our ward gave us some boy clothes. Among them was an orange shirt with a jack-o-lantern on it. I would never buy a Halloween shirt for my kids (because they can only wear it, at most, three or four times), but I figured a free shirt is a free shirt. It was pretty big on Lego at Halloween last year, but I let him wear it that day anyway. I then folded it up in the back of his drawer for next year, hoping he wouldn’t have grown out of it by then.

A while later, most of Lego’s shirts were dirty, so he saw the pumpkin shirt in his drawer. He asked to wear it. It wasn’t Halloween anymore, so I said no, but he insisted. Finally, I thought, “Why not? We’re not going anywhere today, and if wearing the pumpkin shirt makes him happy, I might as well let him.” From then on, any time he saw the pumpkin shirt in his drawer, he wanted to wear it. I had to kind of hide it so he wouldn’t find it. Eventually I gave up. He wore the pumpkin shirt to the store multiple times in December and January. I wonder what people thought about the little boy in a Halloween shirt that was at least a size too big for him.

Nowadays, he has other favorites that have replaced the pumpkin shirt. His favorite article of clothing right now is his bike coat, which is actually pretty adorable on him.

Day 20: Tickling

Lego loves for us to tickle him and blow raspberries on his stomach. As in, he’ll ask for us to tickle him or give him a raspberry. I think he’s crazy. I mean, yeah, tickling makes most people laugh, but do they actually enjoy the experience? I sure don’t.