Silly Guy

I love watching my kids grow up. Guy is at a fun talking stage right now, and it is fun to see how his mind works right now.

One day he came up to his Daddy and me and said, "I don't have lots of thumbs on my hands." His dad replied "You don't?" "No, I have lots of fingers."

Guy also pronounces magnets as maggots. So he will ask if he can play with the "maggot" car. My husband one time was telling this to someone he was talking to on the phone. He then said, "I wonder if he will ask to play with Grandma's maggots when we go to her house." Guy heard this and replied, "Grandma doesn't have maggots!" I'll bet Grandma is glad she doesn't.

Aurora has started saying Uh Oh! lately. This has prompted Guy to also say it. Only instead of pronouncing it Uh Oh, he pronounces it, Oh Ko!

Guy has picked up an interest in dinosaurs lately. I purchased a little set of about ten dinosaur figurines, and they have become a favorite toy. These dinosaur's range in size from about an inch to maybe 5 inches high. Well this last week we borrowed a toy dinosaur from Grandma's house. This one is quite a bit larger than the others. One day Guy was looking for the largest of the small dinosaurs, and asked me, "Where is the big, huge, little dinosaur?"

My husband has been pruning our fruit trees lately, and one day when he was heading outside to do so, Guy looked at him and asked him if he was going to go break the trees.

This morning I told Guy we needed to do his hair. His response was, "I have a head because I am a boy." I think this means he doesn't have long hair. Well I told him, that yes he had a head, and it had hair on it.

Later we were sitting at the table and Cinderella started getting mad at her head for thinking about something she didn't want to think about. Guy then wrapped his arms around his head and said, "stop head, stop thinking of that!" Which was a repeat of his sisters comment. Cinderella then asked him what he was thinking of. His reply was, "I am thinking about....... my head. I have a head on my hair, because I'm a boy."

This afternoon Guy was asking me where the big dinosaur is. I told him I didn't know, and asked him if he knew where it was. "In the potty room." "The potty room?" I asked, "in the bathtub room." he replied. I then asked what it was doing in there. His reply, "It's not doing anything."

Last but not least, Guy has been getting his star vitamins again lately. However this bottle has a few that are broken in it. One day at breakfast, Guy was given one that had one of the tips broken off the star. When he picked it up, he turned and glared at Daddy and said, "Daddy ate part of my star!"

Guy's words

OK so Guy's vocabulary has exploded recently. He knows so many words and tries to say those he doesn't know, when he hears you say them. I thought you might enjoy listening to him talk. I recorded him and me looking at a book together. The video is kind of long, but it was so cute I couldn't cut anything out of it. Hope you enjoy.

He's talking!!!

Here is a video of Guy talking. Here is a brief synopsis in case you can't figure it out.

In the first segment Guy is making car noises then says car.
#2 Guy roaring like a lion, even though it is the lamb that he keeps pointing to in the book.
#3 Guy saying duck and quack
#4 Singing If All the Raindrops were lemon drops and gum drops
#5 Shoes
#6 He isn't saying anything, just his nodding and clucking. It is classic Guy communication, so I thought I'd include it.
#7 Singing the clean up song.

Out of the mouth and mind of a 3 year old.

So today we went to Costco to return Cinderella's Easter Dress. Yes, they took it back no questions asked. While we were there we picked up a few items we have been needing, and one of the things I got was a box of strawberries.
Well my children love strawberries. Both of them. I cut up 6 large strawberries for the 3 of us to share with our lunch. Cinderella and Guy were both eating before I started, and so they had all their portion of strawberries eaten, while I still had a large pile on my plate. Cinderella asked for some more, and I told her they were all gone. She pointed to my plate and said, "there's some." So I explained to her that these were my strawberries.
Then Guy finished his strawberries, and pointed to the bowl where the strawberries had been, and started grunting. I held up the bowl to show him they were all gone. He then pointed to my plate and said "num, num, num" indicating that he too thought he should have some of my berries.
Once again I launched into my explanation that these were mama's berries, and that they had already eaten theirs. They seemed to accept this explanation, and then Cinderella turned to me and asked, "what's a family about?" (OK so this isn't the first time she has asked this question, and the last time she was just being silly, because I had the camcorder on. She told me a family was about a cup.) Well I guess this time it got me thinking. My response was, a family is about caring and sharing. Then I realized, I wasn't sharing my strawberries. So I picked up a few pieces and gave some to each of the kids, as she continued to tell me that a family is about a cup.

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Cinderella has been greatly interested in princesses lately, particularly "Cinderella". Go figure. Anyway, Cinderella has a glass slipper right? Well so does my Cinderella. Only hers aren't really glass. So lately she keeps asking me what different things are made of, and if they are made of glass. "Is the car made of glass?", "is the cup made of glass?" "is the block made of glass?" ..... etc. Well yesterday was the first time I have heard her ask is something was made of something other than glass, and I found it quite funny.

Cinderella: "Mama, are you made of jam?"
Mama, very puzzled as to what is really being asked and where it came from: "Am I made of jam?"
Cinderella: "Yeah, are you made of jam?"
Mama: "No. Are you made of jam?"
Cinderella: "No. Are you made of peanut butter?"
Mama, really puzzled now: "No, are you made of peanut butter?"
Cinderella: "No. Are you made of peanut butter and jam?"
Mama, laughing:"No, and I think you are being silly." Then I started to tickle her and that stopped the conversation.

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Cinderella is learning how to pray. It is so amazing to me to hear the prayer of a child, when they aren't being prompted. There are a few things she has prayed for that really make me think, and some that have really touched me. Here are a few.

• One night she said she was thankful for the Lamanites. (A group of people talked about in the Book of Mormon, who Latter Day Saints believe resided on the American Continent, and are the ancestors of the Native Americans).
• Another day I was having a challenging morning, and when I asked her to say the prayer for lunch, she prayed "help mama to get some quiet time." That one really touched me.
  
• She also prays quite frequently for our Prophet, President Monson.

It is so amazing to me to hear the things she says, and thinks of. Sometimes I wish I could just take a little peak into her mind, and see what really goes on in there. But it is probably better that I can't.

Q is for Quiet

Yes sometimes I do get some quiet, even with two young children. It doesn't happen a lot, but I enjoy the noise. However, what I really mean by quiet, is that is what I am. At least when you don't really know me.
Something I have recently discovered is that I am (as I heard someone put it, only I think I reversed their saying), an extrovert trapped in an introverts body.
What does that mean you say? Well I love learning about people. I love hearing about people. Some of my favorite books that I have read are autobiographies. I like to read self help books, not because I think I need the help, but because I enjoy reading the true to life experiences the authors often include in the books. So what is the catch?
So what's the catch you ask? I have an incredibly hard time talking to people I don't know. I quite often will just sit there and either wait for someone to talk to me, or just listen to what others say and not add to the conversation.
It's not that I don't want to talk to people, I really do. I just don't know what to say, and so I don't say anything. I think I have this fear that if people get to know me they won't like me. Silly huh? How can someone really like me if I don't give them a chance to get to know me?
Have you ever known one of those people who seem so interested in you, they ask the right questions, and make even the things in your life, that you find boring and commonplace, seem interesting? I have a brother that is that way. He is so much fun to be around, and I really enjoy his company, and never worry about what he thinks about me. That is the kind of person I would like to be. I just need to get out of my introverted self and maybe figure out how to ask those kind of questions, and what questions to ask.