I’m crazy at work today. This will be a mishmash of stuff. Okay? Okay.
Wallace!
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He is now calling me “Mama”, which he pronounces as “Muhmuh”, and it’s painfully cute. No idea where he got it, but I adore it. He has started calling his dad “Sir” for similarly unknown reasons. As in, “Yes, sir!” The first time he did it we were all GUNHH?
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He also says, “Oh! I see what you mean!”, mostly when he doesn’t.
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Last night we were purchasing birthday gifts for a one year old boy and a four year old girl. In every case he insisted on debating with me just which Thomas train would be perfect. He was unmoved and irritated by my rebuttal that in neither case was a small wooden Peter Sam an appropriate gift. Lo, he scorned the idea mightily.
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Wallace, luckly, shows no signs flu and in fact has no other defining symptom right now other than crabbiness. I think it’s related to his dad travelling. He’s all kinds of wonked about it. I’m going to print out a two-week calendar today so that we can X off the days until his dad is back.
If you ask Wallace what day it is he will invariably tell you that it’s Wednesday, and tomorrow is Tuesday. He knows the days of the week, he just has yet to grok that they have an order and that we’re in one. However, he is extremely good at counting and I think if I have a calendar for him to follow things might stop seeming so goddamned arbitrary.
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We had our first instance of “inappropriate language at” school. Yesterday he said loudly, “You’re STUPID!” to nobody during communal breakfast and got in trouble for it. (Thanks, Spongebob Movie!). Seriously, Plankton uses the word ONCE, UNDER HIS BREATH, and the kid has glommed onto it like a ten year old toying with the F word.
I’m not about to outlaw the word Stupid at home, because sometimes it’s absolutely apt. I don’t know how else we’d say, ”STUPID DOGS!”, but we did have a talk about how that word is simply not allowed at school.
Then he promptly spent the rest of the night flouncing about screaming, “STUPID!” and drove me nuts until I told him to stop saying it. Because he’s trying to kill me that way.
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This morning he got to take a stuffed animal to school because this afternoon they are having an “animal hospital”. He chose to take Puppy, who has been a beloved friend since he was a baby. I was so charmed that out of his tons of stuffed toys he chose Puppy.
Watching him carry it to school I got all mistey-eyed at remembering my show and tell events, where you got to bring something to school from home! and how wild it felt when those two worlds collided.
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His current favorite books are Hairy McClary from Donaldson’s Dairy, Ferdinand, and one of those fucking annoying charming sound books about McQueen’s Big Race.
If there is anything cuter than my kid shrieking “Schnitzel Von Krum wif a vewy Low Tum, Muhmuh! His tummy is on the GROUND!” I have yet to see or hear it.
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One of his classmates (whose name starts with the same letter, who he’s totally and deeply in love with) is having her four year old birthday party this year at Chuckee Cheese. This will be our first visit to the knockoff mouse since the valentine’s day when he was 18 months old. I suspect he will adore it and I will hate it. YAY!
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