He has only been on Earth for 20 months, and has yet to circle the sun for his second time, however...
He smiles soo big when he is happy, and has the cutest "mean" face when he's mad.
He knows how to tell a joke.
He knows how to pet Toby and give him snuggles.
He empties my pantry of canned goods on a daily basis, only to stack them all back up again.
He takes all my tea out of the tea box, and then puts them back in - separating each of the 4 teas by color.
He likes to brush his teeth, but we are still working on spitting.
He knows that if he clicks the mouse enough, Curious George cartoons appear on the computer.
Oh, he can reach the computer.
He can reach the top of the counter on the island in the kitchen.
He can reach the locks on the doors.
He can open every door in the house, locked or not.
He can also go inside while you are still outside, and lock you out. (once)
He knows the basement TV plays more Curious George and Thomas cartoons than the main TV. (Amazon fire stick)
He opens and closes the dishwasher, knows which button unlocks the dishwasher, and will pull out the silverware tray and put it up on the island counter top for you.
If he could, he would open the fridge. But once open, he can pull open the drawer and pick out apples and oranges for lunch.
He communicates with every fiber in his being. We are trying to learn his language while he learns ours, but in the meantime, we communicate with sounds, arm movements, pointing, and sign language. Sometimes I feel like I catch myself sounding more like Curious George.
He likes trains, cars, trucks. If it can roll fast and preferably crash into a wall, then he likes it.
He's not afraid to fall down.
He will point and show you where on the ground exactly he fell down.
He doesn't mind skinned knees, or that mom cleans out his cuts at the end of the day.
He does not like to wear Band-Aids.
He does not like dirt on his hands.
He also likes to snuggle.
He likes blankets, and likes to be wrapped up in them.
He loooves to play in water: bath tub, kiddie pool, big pool, water table, shower, sink.
Sprinklers? Not so much.
He loves chalk. Loves to write with chalk, color with chalk, sit in chalk.
He loves crayons and his coloring table.
He loves to read.
He loves his books. He will sit for spans of 30 minutes and quietly read books from his basket.
He will also cross-reference books while you read to him. This book has a picture of an octopus. He will pull out another book and flip to the page of the octopus in THAT book too.
He LOVES his Dad.
He likes to GO. He likes to RUN. He likes to have FUN and LIVE.
He is happy all the time, except when he's not. Thankfully, he's becoming very good at telling us why and when he's not.
He likes us. We like him. I love Every. Single. Minute. of it.
He likes trains, and train tracks. He likes to watch Mom put a track together and then take it apart like Godzilla.
Toby likes to photo bomb pictures.
He has discovered how fun chalk can be, especially on a black asphalt driveway.
We bought this to warn our neighbors once Grant starts riding a bike around the cul de sac. For now, his name is "The Guy", as in "Don't go past The Guy at the end of the driveway." Toby likes him.
Toby likes to sit at the end of the driveway and watch the neighborhood as well as protect his family. I think sometimes Toby is friends with The Guy and thinks they are guarding the driveway together, but other times Toby may be using him for cover.
After all that fun, you need a bath...
...followed by some good quality quiet reading time with your good buddy.
Until next time, keep exploring!
Love and hugs,
M, K, G and T
M, K, G and T
