Today was a good day for a mommy on the fence.
It doesn't take much to please me: smiles from my boys, the first sip of a (decaf) mocha with whip, a developmental milestone reached...this is a good thing since, with the new house (read: bigger mortgage), indulgences like spa treatments and new dresses are out of the question for the foreseeable future.
Big Fish used the potty for the first time--albeit at daycare, on a day that I almost kept him home (I'm on maternity leave after all, but I have to get my $800-a-week's worth)--so hey, woo-hoo!
This was nearly as satisfying as his morning visit to our room, when he burst in declaring "I had a good nap!", then snuggled up to me and his brother who was feeding in bed and began chatting--something I usually discourage since it distracts and ultimately ends the nursing session. This can be painful.
Big Fish (of little B's crooked grin): "He's smiling at."
MOTF: "He sure is. Now give him a little space, please."
Big Fish, holding his position: "I giving him space."
MOTF, gently nudging: "Well, give him a little more. He can't see you very well when you're that close."
Big Fish, still not grasping the value of personal space, now cooing and pointing to his brother's lips: "He's smiling at. He's so happy to see!"
Must I have the objects/infinitives conversation with him just yet, or can I hold off a bit longer? Or maybe Fish is right, and little B is truly grateful for the gift of sight...
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Awww! This blog entry made me smile! Don't teach him to be grammatically correct just yet...so cute!
Please tell me that you do not have to pay 800 bucks a week for daycare. I will never complain about our obsene prices again.
And I can't imagine any child of yours not speaking grammatically correct--surely he meant the gift of sight. :)
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