Tristan’s word for octagons is “ockygons” and he is very good at spotting them (stop signs and the stop sign that folds out on school buses). We have to draw and paint ockygons quite often.
“Slippy soap” = slippery soap = bar soap, as compared to “squirty” soap.
We went to a wedding and Tristan was sure that Frosty the Snowman was singing one of the songs. I was kind of surprised that he remembers and thinks about Frosty since December was so many months ago. Obviously he is remembering more and more now.
Tristan got a Handy Manny doll with all of the little tools for his birthday. One day before school, he had to kiss and hug each of the tools before he and James could walk out the door and be on their way. We have such a loving, snuggly boy!
There is a construction office trailer set up on a construction site not far from our house. Tristan calls it the “train car stuck in the dirt” and he always wants to call someone to help the train car. Since I told him we don’t have a train or a vehicle big enough to help the stranded train car, he always “calls” (on his pretend cell phone) Bob the Builder or Handy Manny.
There are a number of paper airplanes currently strewn around the house. Every time I spot a wadded up piece of paper across the room and go over to pick it up and throw it in the trash, it turns out that it’s actually a well-loved and played with paper airplane. I smile to myself and leave it there. Invariably, it will be picked up and thrown across the room, to fly “faster, faster,” at some point in the day. The toys and paper airplanes everywhere give me the warm fuzzies inside and I’m so thankful to be at this point in my life, with little ones taking over my heart and my home. I know that before I’m ready, there won’t be toys around to step on because my babies will be “too cool” for toys. I don’t think wadded up gym socks on the floor will bring quite the rush of emotions that paper airplanes currently do, but we’ll see – I’m a sap…
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