Try Again

Alex's favorite phrase right now is 'try again?' He pronounces again like train and he always is asking someone to 'try again?'

Play it again

Alex fell asleep during the 3rd hour in Church. He was on my lap. So peaceful and quiet. So cute. We knew it would be a 20 minute nap for the day and we enjoyed it.

By the time we were home Alex was ready to go. He wouldn't each lunch and got upset because he couldn't have candy. Then he played and played. We played train set. The trains "crashed". Then fish. Then trains. Then he wanted hershey's kisses that he had brought upstairs this morning to try to have us give him. He has a funny new pronunciation of chocolate that is closer to the real word than before but still not quite there. Then we hatched the sea monkeys. Then we drove around and he pointed out the christmas lights he saw. He was asleep by 8:30.

How to be a boy

After watching and playing with Alex all day yesterday, the day after Christmas, it occurred to me that I've got to do a better job writing things down. Alex is a boy...period. I think if we write down enough stories we can make a book called, "How to be a boy".

Alex and I got home in the early afternoon. He started playing immediately with his new vehicles including Lightning McQueen, Mater, truckboni, airplanes, and tractor. I had a ton of stuff to unload and filled up the kitchen. My goal was to try to put a lot away and get the house in order. Did not happen because Alex had other plans. First we played with "train set" and added the bridge, new train, and additional tracks. Then it was the fishing game. Then playdoh. Then we set up the sea monkey tank. Then back to trains. In between there were two bowls of cereal. Then running his vehicles through the playdoh. By the end of the day the house was a disaster and so was Alex. He had chocolate milk all over his face, shirt, and socks, which warranted an "uh oh." He spilled chocolate milk on the couch. His pants had playdoh plastered on the knees.

Alex can keep himself busy but he also loves to have someone play with him and I am happy to oblige. The joy I get from it is indescribable. Alex plays hard, takes everything in, and gets a full day everyday.

It's Cold

As Alex was meandering through the snowbanks to the car yesterday he stops dead in his tracks and declares "My eyes are cold" then throws up his mittened hands to cover his eyes. He remains standing in the snowbank with his eyes covered until I compose myself and stop laughing long enough to retrieve him.

It was 2 degrees when we went from the house to the car. Right now it's -19 degrees. It's the kind of cold that when you sniff your nostrils stick together for a few seconds.

I love my little boy and his sentences.