Oh, Guinness...

Two year old boys.

Throw it. Touch it. Smash it. Eat it. Cry about it. Fits, not listening, saying 'no'.

I have got to renew my patience. I need to use more encouraging words, and pick my battles. I need to TRAIN him to obey, and discipline him appropriately, and not just get mad.

I love that my replationship with each child is so special. Different kids, different needs, different special moments. When I roll over at 3 or 4 in the morning, he is lying in my bed, fast asleep. I don't know when he comes, I never hear or feel him. But when he is there with me I smile. I touch his palm, or gently squeeze his little toddler arms. I put my hand on his tummy, or his back, and feel his breath. I look at his face, and try to memorize it. (I've grown to love sleeping with my kids. If you cna't beat 'em, join 'em!. More on that another time, maybe)

For the next few days of holiday, I will try to have fun with Guinness HIS way, not my way, give him chances to practice being a good listener and obedient, and correct him when he doesn't .

Say please?

Guinness' night time routine has gone to pot since he started in his big boy bed, been sharing a room with Gemma, holidays, etc. He now requires re-tucking in 4 or 5 times, etc, before he finally crashes. The other thing stalling his progress is his cuteness, and my Inability to resist his charm! Tonight I went to check on him and he was hiding in his new tent. I said, "Guinness, you get out here right now!". He said, "I'm not coming out until you say Please!"

Ha ha, who can resist?

"Don't call me Guinness...

...Call me Super Spy Guinness!"


No other name will do. Most often I am Batman, and there is a car on the train tracks.

"Quick, Batman! There's a car on the train tracks!"

New Phase

The boy has been whiny and ornery lately...

Also at an awkward stage where he is too big for his high chair but not near enough self control to sit on his own for a whole meal. The phrase that we are learning this week is, "May I be excused from the table?"

Make Believe!

I hope your passport is up to date, and you have plenty of traveller's cheques: The wide world of make believe is READY for you.

"I'm the blue bad guy. You're the yellow bad guy, daddy is the pink bad guy and Gemma is the red bad guy"

"I'm Deigo"

"I'm a Super Spy"

"I'm the King"

"Let's rescue the princess/baby jaguar/snow leopard"

"There are monsters chasing us!"

"I'm a puppy, you're the kitty"

And on and on and on! There is no end to what this guy talks about.

Painting Day

I scooped out the flour and salt into 7 little containers to make this homemade puff paint. Guinness filled up a big cup of water for me to add bit by bit to the dry stuff to make a thick and creamy paint. The first thing he did was pour the entire cup of water into my little cup of flour/salt, sigh, ok great, throw it out and start that cup again. He did a good job stirring the colour in one cup, then two cups....then he got curious and he dipped his brush into the cup he was stirring and scooped some paint into his mouth. EWWWW! Didn't like that one bit.

He did make 3 lovely paintings, then got out of there (much to our relief:) I mean, we love him, but he is so hard to craft with.

Freeze!

Oh, if I could freeze these precious days with our boy. What a cutie, could just hug him and squeeze him all day.

Things he says:
"That's my sword"
"You bethca!"
"I'm the super Hero Boy!"
"I love you, too, Mommy"
(2 days prior to this: "I LOVE Crystal." (this is his babysitter) "I don't love you, mommy. I love Crystal.")
"Get your sword, Mommy!"


I also love how he walks around tapping things, listening to the sound they make.