In other news, the Lake was fun this weekend! Mom, Preston, and I went by ourselves to visit with Uncle Ted, Aunt Rachel, Liora, Talia and Aunt Debbie. Grandma and Grandpa were there for the first day, too. We only went for one night, so it ended up being a LOT of driving. I wasn’t happy about being in the car on the way home, but we all survived. We had fun splashing in the baby pool, throwing rocks, taking wheelbarrow rides, and playing with all the lake toys. I don’t nap well at the lake, and I’m generally fussy from all the teething businesses that has been going on. My favorite toy at the lake is the green and red dump truck; it was Preston’s favorite, too, when he was my age. I know how to climb in the water shed to get it out all by myself.
Mom has to admit that I am pretty self-reliant and independent (you could also say stubborn and uncooperative, but I am just a 1 year old). I’m starting to be deliberately naughty, which is both cute and not cute. I like to throw things, and I do it for all sorts of reasons. 1) It’s fun to throw rocks into the water to make a splash 2) When I’m done with something what else am I supposed to do with it? 3) When I get mad at something clearly throwing it is the best way to handle the situation 4) If Mom tells me not to throw something, I throw it. Many of these reasons also go for hitting, and my throwing and hitting tend to get worse when I am tired. I also like to see what kind of rise I can get out of Mom.
This morning Daddy dropped me off at day care. He put me down in the lobby so he could help Preston put our lunches in the fridge, but I didn’t hang around for that. I marched down the hallway and knocked on the door until Daddy came to open it for me. Then I marched to the door to my classroom and knocked on it until Daddy came to open it for me. Then I marched into my classroom, went straight to the corner by the slide, found a toy, and didn’t so much as glance at Daddy when he tried to say good-bye. I had things-to-do!
Preston’s Powers:
“Mommy! Can you read me some books?”
“Sure, Preston, pick out a few books that you’d like to read”
“Well, I don’t have my reading powers yet, Mommy, that’s why I need you to help me read books, right? I have my robot powers, and my climbing powers, and my dancing powers. I just don’t have my reading powers.”
“Would you like me to help you get your reading powers?”
“Well, there are too many letters and words for me, my powers are still dead”
“I think with a lot of practice your reading powers will get a lot stronger, and you can read books just like me”
“Can we get books that only have ONE word? Then I can practice my reading powers”
“Sure, kiddo, the next time we go to the library we will look for some books that you can try to read”
So I suppose I’m in search of books and suggestions for a 4.5 year old who wants to get his reading powers. Any suggestions? He’s still working on letters, too, so we have a long way to go, but I’m proud of him for at least wanting to learn.
I’m also very proud of him for something he did at the grocery store last night. We stopped in the baby aisle for some wipes and of course they have a shelf of cheap toys. He asked me if we could by a track for his racecars, and after I said that it wasn’t something I wanted to spend money on he said he would ask Daddy. I ignored it and let him carry the toy around with him for the rest of the trip. After a few minutes he announced that he was going to go put the toy back where he found it in the baby aisle. I didn’t ask or even suggest that he put it back, he just decided that it was the right thing to do. I told him I was very proud of him for making a responsible decision. He was a little sad and said that he wanted to ask Santa for the track, but that was it!