Drew last night referred to his humidifier as a “formid-ifier.” So adorable. I must incorporate into my own vocabulary immediately. Many of Drew’s mispronunciations have disappeared without much fanfare… I guess that’s exactly how children grow up right before your very eyes. Thankfully, he still mispronounces flamingo as “flingolo.” I will most definitely cry the day he figures that one out!
Within 24 hours of his creation, this is what has become of Lurkey the snowman. By the time we left for work and school on Monday, morning, she was leaning terribly. By Monday afternoon, this:
The following weekend, we created a snow unicorn. He lasted maybe four or five days before Andy called me to the front door late one night. “Uh, Kels? I think the snow unicorn went to the big Lisa Frank folder in the sky.” We are practically operating a snow creature cemetery in the front yard.
A few months ago, Owen picked up this bear that had been given to him by the EMTs when he had pneumonia in August. The bear had been ignored for months, but suddenly he couldn’t put it down. Nor should he. I love how he twists his hand into the bear’s t-shirt. His interests have expanded to other clothed bears (Winnie the Pooh for example), but this remains his favorite. He calls him “Beaw.” A few nights ago around 3:00 in the morning he started crying in his room. As I stumbled in, I saw him crouching over a crumpled brown sweater and gingerly lifting it from the ground, wailing, “Noooooooooooooo! Beaw!” In his 3:00 a.m. logic, bear had morphed into a sweater, and this was the most tragic thing to befall him in his young life. I tucked him back in bed and hooked Beaw under his arm. Owen said, “I feel bettew” and drifted back to sleep.
A few weeks ago I gently rubbed Owen’s belly to wake him up from a deep sleep. After he slowly sat up, he suddenly shouted, “I’m ready for donuts!!” Fast forward to this morning. I pull into the gas station and Owen shouted out, “Donut please!” This child has a mild donut obsession, dontcha think?