Thursday, July 11, 2013

Learning to Spell

As you may or may not have picked up on, James is pretty enthralled by letters.  He'll spell just about anything he sees, make up songs about letters on a whim and run around telling people that "the letter B makes a buh-buh sound!" (or whatever his letter of choice is at that moment).  We try to limit our TV intake, but two of his favorite shows are Super Why! and Word World.  I actually don't feel bad about letting him watch those because he's picked up a lot from those shows.  Recently, he's started remembering how to spell specific words.  I decided to take a video of him attempting to spell some words.  He does a pretty decent job for a 2.5-year-old.

(You'll have to forgive my loud voice and breathing sounds again.  I really need to learn to hold my phone farther away from my mouth!)

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Birthday Fun

I love my birthday.  But really, who doesn't?  Mostly, I think it's because you have permission to feel totally special and most of your family and friends take the time to make you feel awesome, at least for this one day.  I always wake up with this excitement in my chest, just knowing that it's my birthday and that I can pretty much do whatever I want.  I am such a kid.  :)

My mom was able to get the day off of work for my birthday and she graciously kept James overnight last night.  David's regular day off has been Wednesday up until this week (go figure) because he's in training for a new position.  The upside, however, was that he got off of work by 5pm all week, so we were able to go out to dinner last night while my mom had James and also spend the evening together today.

First of all, I got to sleep in.  Sort of.  It was storming on and off all day, so I was awakened at 7am by a thunderclap so loud that it set off a car alarm twice.  I stayed up for about an hour and a half, which let me see David off to work.  He gave me his gift before leaving for work, which was the book The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman.  I was so excited to start reading it!  I knew that I would finish my current book very soon, so I started reading in order to finish it, and coincidently, fell asleep.  I didn't get up again until about 10am.  (What!)

Soon after I woke up, my mom came over with James and we ran a couple of errands.  Afterward, she treated us to a birthday lunch for me at Mark Pi's, which is an awesome Chinese buffet nearby.  Later on, we went over to my brother's house to celebrate with an ice cream cake.

I also got a couple of well-timed birthday cards in the mail, too.  One from my aunt and one from my in-laws.  A completely relaxing, fantastic day.

Monday, July 1, 2013


My child is a hoot.

So, a while ago (maybe eight months or more?...), James noticed the numbers on our house.  There's a placard by our front door, as well as one on the little wooden fence surrounding our tiny townhouse back patio.  We generally park in the parking space directly behind our fence.  One day, while getting in the car, James noticed the house numbers on the fence and began to recite them to us.  It went something like this:

James:  "I see numbers!  Four, ninety-five and seven!"
Either me or David:  "Good job!  That's our house number, 4-9-5-7."

This went on for some time, with James always throwing "ninety-five" in the middle.  (It's important to note that it's "ninety-five", rather than just nine and five because Lightning McQueen is number 95 in Cars.  We're pretty sure that this is why he says it that way.)  Eventually, the four got dropped off completely and the five turned into "fivey".  (Probably because of the "ninety" part preceding it.  This is also just our guess.)  Since then, James doesn't usually refer to it as our house or home, but rather as "ninety-fivey-seven".

So, back to present day.

Yesterday was Sunday and I woke up with a stomach bug.  I could kind of feel it coming on Saturday, so I was afraid that I'd caught something.  Since I teach in Primary, I didn't want to go to church and give it to anyone's kids, so I stayed home while David and James went to church.

When it was time for them to go downstairs and leave, I was standing at the top of the stairs while James was slowly climbing down them backwards (so that he could look at me while going down).  In the cheeriest voice I could muster under my current discomfort, I said to him, "Bye, James!  Have fun at nursery!", to which he replied, mimicking my tone with eerie exactness, "Bye, Mom!  Have fun at ninety-fivey-seven!"

We about died from laughter.  Maybe it's just funny to us because he's our crazy child, but it still makes me wonder, where did we find this kid?