So, two days in to preschool, Lucas has told me that he will spray me with boogies, has said shit (and ship!) several times, and has thrown in a few 'dammits' for good measure. I am horrified, it is like my (current) worst fear realized.
The school is great, the teachers are so kind, but Lucas is refusing to nap and has started to to tell me (me!?!?!) that I am in big trouble when I correct him about anything. I am going to channel my inner Miss MacNeilly and figure out how to best redirect him.
I suppose I just have to remember that he still loves to shout 'kiss delivery' from across the dinner table and runs over to lay some kisses and hugs on me and Elliott and Ben. Or that he tells me his super power is the power to snuggle, and mine is the power to clean. He is a great helper and just wants to be so big, but seriously with the attitude these days!!!???
I do have to hold back my own eye rolling when I ask him to close his eyes, take a deep breath, and rest and then he tells me that he forgot how to close his eyes or his brain told his eyes to close, but they aren't listening. He has taken to talking out of the corner of his mouth. It is the funniest thing ever. I have GOT to take video. Seriously. He has also started falling out of his bed, weird, right? But whenever we hear the thud and run in there, expecting tears and hysteria, he just looks up and says, "My brain just told my body not to fall out, but my body just falled out!" all matter of fact with lots of hand gestures. You gotta give him credit, he has style.
Oh, my Elliott! He is so his own man. He is an enormously heavy child to carry, and reeeeeeeeeeally makes you work hard for a laugh, but once you get one it is so worth it. He is a little daredevil, and loves for you to throw him high in the air and to pretend you are dropping him. He just can't get enough. Have I mentioned lately that I just love him? And I do enjoy that he doesn't say 'dammit' yet. He laughs so hard when I jump out and scare him, and when I tickle him till he can't breathe. Weirdo.
I wish I could remember every little thing about these two, how they make each other laugh, how Lucas looks out for Elliott, how Elliott imitates every little trick he sees Lucas do, how they play in the tub, how Elliott rubs his ear when he gets tired, and how he yawns the second I start singing his good night song. Lucas is already getting so big and gave up his pacifiers and doesn't hardly ever pinch anymore. It's like some switch went off in his brain that said to give up the baby stuff and move on. So tragic, but also so great to see him taking risks and trying new things independently. He is a great help around the house, loves a chore, and loves reading. We have read the first 6 of the Little House books, and start book 7 tomorrow! Elliott is crawling, he stood on his own for about 10 seconds today, and was cool as a cucumber. He is too smooth! Sometimes I think that he is an old soul that can't be bothered with getting excited over all this baby stuff.
Anyway, I am loving these babies too much, getting the back room ready for them to share, and already missing them as babies, even though they totally are little. There are so many changes at the moment, I am trying to remember as a mom and wife to enjoy these moments with my big guy (Ben!) and not to get crazy over the details. Sigh. Being a grownup ain't easy. After the boys are over their colds, all will be a little easier. Right????
Sorry to be so mushy. Next post will be fun, I swear. With pictures, I promise!!!
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