Last night we took the boys to play at the mall play area after dinner. Ethan loves it because he can play with other kids and run and jump on "furniture" without getting into trouble. The last time we went, Alex was just starting to take a step or two so mostly crawling to the various play things and pulling up and checking stuff out, taking a few steps and dropping to his knees so as to better be able to get around without the other kids knocking him down. Last night, he was one of those other kids - running (ok, waddling) everywhere checking everything out.
There was a little girl there (super cute) who was just his size and likely just walking or maybe a month ahead of him in walking. He followed her around and then would try to hug her. This was fine at first but when he "caught" her for that hug (which really was cute), she was right next to the fence so in order to hug her, he was basically pushing her into the fence which she was fine with her for a short hug, but the minute long bear hug was a bit more than she bargained for. She was quick to let it be known that she'd had enough. She was ok with being "friends" but wasn't into being sandwiched between him & the fence long term. We got him to back away but then he just followed her around waiting for the next opportunity. Someone jutted between them distracting him momentarily and he was back to waddling around checking everyone out and screeching at the top of his lungs to show how excited he was. It's almost like he's saying, "WOW! Check it out! This is AWESOME!....WOW! That's great, too! OOOO! & check THAT out! WOW!"....all in the form of a screech that I really think could be marketed as a way to shatter fine crystal. I know it does a fine job of shattering my nerves. Sheesh - I'll regret this I'm sure, but I can't wait for him to talk so he stops screeching and just flat out says, "WOW! This is AWESOME!" or whatever it is he wants to tell us....I just hope he has a better "off" switch than his brother.
Speaking of his brother, he had some interesting comments this evening. First, Steve had aggravated me on the way home this evening. He had a dental appointment and whichever one of us left first for home would pick up the boys. He had texted me several times before I left work so when I finally left work, I tried calling and texting to find out if he was getting the boys or if I needed to and couldn't get a response. He finally got back to me when I was around the corner from the babysitter's house anyway. So when I had the boys in the car and we were on the way home, I was quite annoyed because I'd had a bad day anyway and Steve had basically harassed me via text message for an hour before I left work and then refused to answer when I needed to get in touch with him. Some of you are likely aware that when I am annoyed, every little thing ticks me off. So I'm driving and Ethan (poor Ethan) is shaking his sippy cup which had Sprite in it so it's hissing in the back seat - my nerves were done. I said, "Ethan you need to please hush until Mama gets home, make the noise stop." He then told me, "it's not me Mama, it's Alex (who was doing his "ahhhhhhhh" sound trying to get himself to sleep at the time)." I told him that the hissing in his cup was what was bothering me to stop shaking it please. I then told him I was sorry that I wasn't mad at him, I was mad at his Daddy. He said, "My Daddy is....um...my Daddy is....well, he's my Daddy." It was really like he was trying to think of some name to call him but couldn't think of anything. It was just the relief I needed that "well, he's my Daddy." Comic relief from a child. (yes, I realize it's bad that I put a poor 3 year old in that position but today, I just couldn't handle it any other way)....
Fast forward about 10 minutes....Steve & I had met at home before heading to Subway for sandwiches and then weekly shopping. As Ethan's earlier clarity had soothed me a bit, Steve & I were talking, I think about our day and sitting at a red light. Ethan kept telling us that he liked this house and Steve had said he did, too, and I was just trying to finish telling Steve something and Ethan kept saying it and asking and Steve said again that yes, he liked it, too. Ethan says, "No Daddy, I'm just asking if my Mama likes it, too." He'd been talking about this house for 5 minutes, we'd both said yes already but Ethan kept asking and Steve (only) kept replying. Apparently, he was going to continue until I repeatedly answered also. So I said, "Yes, Ethan. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." He says, "you don't have to say that Mama. Don't say that word, that's not nice. Don't say 'yes, yes, yes, yes' that's dust not nice Mama. You dust don't have to keep saying it." So apparently only he is allowed to say the same thing 5 times in a row and answering the same answer repeatedly "is dust not nice" ... unless of course, you give the same answer 5 times but with him asking the same question between the answers. At this realization, Steve & I were both cracking up.
Then again, we keep asking Alex not to screech or to not be so loud, that he just doesn't need to be so loud. I overheard Ethan telling Alex today when he was again screeching in excitement, "Don't yell, Owix. That's dust not nice to yell. You dust don't need to yell." At least I'm not the only one he chastizes for saying something that's "dust not nice."
Those comments were some much needed comic relief to my day. Tomorrow will be better....it's FRIDAY!
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