girlfiend

When someone sneezes the Fiendling says, “Bless you, mama (or dada, or grandmom, or pop, or whoever’s name he knows.)

He refers to himself in pictures as “Baby Fiendling.” Only, you know, his real name. And labels all of his friends, pointing excitedly.

He does the hokey pokey. (see youtube- my user name is sireia)

He thinks Sandra Boynton’s hilarious. (see youtube)

He repeats and names just about everything. Example- I said, “Mama’s going to the bathroom to get a tissue.” Minutes later he looked at my tissue and said, “mama tissue bathroom.” He pronounces bathroom as bapoom.

He labels things by owner- mama’s phone, dada’s car, etc.

He’ll pretend to get stuck to my face when I kiss him and I have to try to push away, screaming in “protest” all the while.

Every time the phone rings he says dada or grandmom.

Yesterday he spent all morning wearing his cousin’s garter-like headband around his neck. Every so often he’d give it a tug and say Aya heband. (her name is not Aya, but that’s how he prounounces it.)

He orders me around, which isn’t always so cute, but sometimes when he says stand up so I can hug him better it’s utterly charming.

He hugs and kisses other kids on the playground, whether they like it or not. Sometimes he’ll follow them around with his head jutted out in kiss position until they submit.

Boyfiend taught him to say, “mama’s pretty.”

In the morning when he wakes up too early and all I want to do is sleep he’ll sometimes sit on my lap and watch cartoons and snuggle.

He knows a ton of animal names and sounds now. We’re working on hee-haw.

He can get a tissue, wipe his nose (we’re working on blowing his nose, but that may take a while) and throw the tissue out.

He often remembers to say please without prompting. Thank you is tougher, but the other day, every time I gave him a sip of my juice he said, “thank you, mama.”

This is not always so cute, but it’s notable. He’s started to get picky about what he wears. When I pull out a shirt for him he’ll shake his head no and tell me “plane” because his favorite shirt is his plane shirt. He’ll settle for the train sweater with button wheels (he loves to say button. It’s one of the words he enunciates perfectly), either of his motorcycle shirts, or his shirt with the car filled with surfboards. Everything else is a struggle. Though he loves to wear jackets- another word he says quite well. Oh, and jeans.He often asks to wear jeans. Such a fashion plate.

He’s obsessed with the alphabet and sometimes follows the words with his fingers when we read a book that’s not an alphabet book. He’ll sing the ABC song (badly, he’s not a genius or anything) several times a day and repeat each letter (pretty well, actually) after me. He can recognize A and O and occasionally C and D though he tends to confuse them. The other day he shocked me by singing “now I know my abcs” after we’d gone through the alphabet in call and repeat fashion.

Can you tell he’s sleeping better these days? He’s not 100%, but it’s good enough that I’m back to gushing about him.