It seems to me that Oliver’s conversation skills jumped three levels over the weekend that I was working so much. It isn’t so much how much he speaks but that it is more intelligent and thoughtful and imaginative.
Emery, on the other hand, is dying to talk and he’s almost there. Despite all of my coaching to say “mommy” first, we thought he might be yelling “Daddy!” from the bathtub one night (following the cue from big brother). It was hard to tell for sure though and he’s never said it again. He does say, “Bah-bah” when we read the little book about bubbles… does that count as a first word?
Anyway, I thought I’d jot down some of the comical things Oliver has said lately.
Oliver and Papa were playing in the basement when, out of the blue, Oliver stops playing, looks at Papa, and says, “Is it okay if I love you?”.
On the way home from sunday school the next day, Oliver was getting sleepy in the back seat. Nana or Papa were saying something to him, I’m not sure what, but his reply was, “I am not talking right now” and then he closed his eyes and dozed off.
One night while reading to Oliver, he told me, “I’m going to be a super hero!”. I replied, “Wow! Can mommy be a super hero too?”. “Yup!”, he said.
A night or two later he said the same thing while reading to daddy, “I’m going to be a super hero!”. After the smallest pause, Oliver said, “And you’ll be the princess!”.
I guess Daddy learned to be quick to assign himself a more manly role!
Whenever we talk about Woody or Halloween, Oliver remembers dressing up like him. During one of those conversations he said, “I am going to be Woody for Halloween. Spoooooky Woody. ” and then he went on to talk about ghosts. I was left wondering where he learns this stuff?!
A couple of nights later the same conversation came up. I asked him, “What’s Daddy going to be for Halloween?”.
Me: “What’s Mommy going to be for Halloween?”
Oliver: “Ummm… a dog.”
Gee, thanks. I convinced him, though, that maybe I could be Jessie and Emery could be Bullseye. He thought that was an okay idea in the end.
One of the toys the boys got for Christmas is a ramp that folds up into a cube and has a handle on it so it’s easy to carry around. Oliver decided one day that this was his “briefcase” and he was going to the “office”. He’s carried it to Jean’s several times since.
It took him a few tries to get the back-and-forth but Oliver really likes knock knock jokes lately. We’re trying to branch out to different ones but this is the one he remembers most:
Me: Who’s There?
Me: Duane who?
Oliver: Duane the bathtub, I’m dwowning!
He gets adorably shy whenever you ask him to tell it to someone though.
On the weekend Oliver was at the table after coloring for a while. I noticed he was starting to take everything out of the crayon/coloring book bin.
Me: “What are you doing, Oliver? Making a mess?”
Oliver: “No, I’m not! I’m going to put it all back in.”
Me: “Oh, okay!”
I really wasn’t concerned and wasn’t going to interfere because he seems to like to do that – move things in and out of boxes,bins, etc – but I went over to the table just to see what he was up to.
Oliver: “Mommy! GO WASH THE DISHES!” and he pointed to the sink.
Me (with a smile): “What did you just say?”
Oliver: “Mommy! GO AWAY!”
Sheesh. He’s certainly starting that young!
The other day I asked Oliver if he knew where his butt was.
Me: “Show me where your butt is!”
Oliver points to the front.
Me: “Well where’s your bum?”
Oliver points to the back.
Anatomy 101 per my almost-three-year-old.