I’ll post on our Mammoth trip as soon as possible, but right now I have two sick boys, a full C drive, and a cold myself, so we’re settling back into our routine. It was an awesome trip, but it’s so nice to be home!
Maybe it’s because Jerome has slept most of the day and not said much at all…but I’ve heard Seth talking all day. Mostly to me, some to himself. It makes me wonder what he would say every day if he knew I was listening to him?
Last week as we were getting ready to go on our trip to Mammoth, our landlord was here caring for his trees and pruning the pluot and plums. Seth had just been hurt and wasn’t out digging or asking to climb Bob’s ladder, he just stood and watched and circled the trees enjoying the long, flexible branches that fell to the ground. He had one today as he played outside and as he waved it up and down in the air he told me: “This is my fishin’ thingy. Mama, can we start a pool? For to fish?”
He came in very muddy one time this afternoon so I put him in the bath and let him play. He and his brother both like to huddle in front of the space heater as they dry off, so I let Seth play some more in just his towel by the heater. I came in to check on him and he started telling me all about his friend, “Macky Wacky”, who is itty bitty (according to the small fingers showing me) and is orange!
Seth was playing under the bottle brush trees and Ian and I were in the yard: “Mommy, come in! Oh, you are in my house. I’m a mommy, he’s a human, I mean a boy, and you’re a childge.”
He came stomping in the house with a toy rifle tucked under his arm and announced to me: “I protected you guys, but I shot your fridge!.”
This evening we took Daddy’s snowboard off the couch to sit and read together. Seth saw an opportunity for fun and climbed into his Daddy’s big boots strapped to the board and said “Mommy, I’m going to be a dad!”. (!!!)
Seth likes to strip to pee, but still needs help dressing himself. As I was getting dinner on, I asked him if he could put his underwear back on himself. He had both feet in one leg opening and I heard a stitch or two pop when he said “The baby head is mad at me.”. It took me a minute to figure out what he meant…they were Gerber underpants. 🙂
Last one. When we were on our trip Seth had a feverish night and we were concerned about his finger as his cut looked a bit angry and swollen. He woke up fine the next morning and announced: “I don’t have the croups!”
