Untitled oil pastel - it's small, I think 5x7.
Monday, December 08, 2008
It's a learning process...
The little H man again has amazed me.
We daily have a conversation that goes something along these lines:
Me: H, you are kind of stinky... are you poopy?
H: No.
Me: H... are you poopy?
H: NO!
Me: What if we go change you?
H: No.
Me: What if we read stories after?
H: Mmm, okay.
Me: Okay, let's go upstairs to change you.
H: No!
Something like that...
So, today we again had this conversation. I told him he could play for a few minutes before I changed him. During those few minutes we got onto the subject of body parts names. This entails me pointing at a body part on either his or my body and him guessing. When he doesn't know the name I tell him. He has all the major parts down, so I was trying to teach him eyelashes and eyebrows and fun stuff like that. But part way through the game I gave his bottom a pat and asked him what it was - he responded without pausing, "Poop." When I started laughing he laughed too, and said, "Bum, stinky bum!"
All I have to say is that I'm glad I at least got him to admit that he had a stinky diaper.
Also, on the subject of H, he's working on the art of delaying and distractions. After changing his diaper before his nap, he kept suggesting that "H downstairs, libery book" (He wanted to go downstairs to continue our reading of his new library books.) I completely respect his love of literature, but he isn't going to sway me away from putting his droopy-eyed little body down for his nap.
ps. He isn't even two yet and he knows his colors. We spend tons of time coloring and talking about colors. We're also working on counting and the alphabet, but those are not coming along as quickly. His talking so much though. I pretty much have my whole day narrated in short two to four word sentences, with much of it being repeated like a broken record.
We daily have a conversation that goes something along these lines:
Me: H, you are kind of stinky... are you poopy?
H: No.
Me: H... are you poopy?
H: NO!
Me: What if we go change you?
H: No.
Me: What if we read stories after?
H: Mmm, okay.
Me: Okay, let's go upstairs to change you.
H: No!
Something like that...
So, today we again had this conversation. I told him he could play for a few minutes before I changed him. During those few minutes we got onto the subject of body parts names. This entails me pointing at a body part on either his or my body and him guessing. When he doesn't know the name I tell him. He has all the major parts down, so I was trying to teach him eyelashes and eyebrows and fun stuff like that. But part way through the game I gave his bottom a pat and asked him what it was - he responded without pausing, "Poop." When I started laughing he laughed too, and said, "Bum, stinky bum!"
All I have to say is that I'm glad I at least got him to admit that he had a stinky diaper.
Also, on the subject of H, he's working on the art of delaying and distractions. After changing his diaper before his nap, he kept suggesting that "H downstairs, libery book" (He wanted to go downstairs to continue our reading of his new library books.) I completely respect his love of literature, but he isn't going to sway me away from putting his droopy-eyed little body down for his nap.
ps. He isn't even two yet and he knows his colors. We spend tons of time coloring and talking about colors. We're also working on counting and the alphabet, but those are not coming along as quickly. His talking so much though. I pretty much have my whole day narrated in short two to four word sentences, with much of it being repeated like a broken record.
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