On a much cuter, more violent and less controversial note, he did the CUTEST THING that made me and Z's jaws drop to the floor. We have been working so hard on getting him to stop hitting. It has been a long and frustrating 6 months, but we had a breakthrough the other day. Well, when I say breakthrough I mean that he still hits and throws things, but he learned how to say "I'm sorry"!! Now, at least he can apologize for it!! LOL. He threw a shoe at my head, so I went through the routine. I told him no, took him to time out, sat him down, said 'we don't hit', walked away, went back after 1 minute, stood him up, told him that we do not hit (again), made him sign 'sorry' and then we kissed and hugged. We went back to sit down and finish playing and Z said "G, tell your mom 'I'm sorry'". He turned around, I ducked, and much to my surprise he said "I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyyyy" and then he flashed me his toothy grin. Z and I were shocked. He probably thought he did something wrong because we just sat there...seriously for at least a minute. He had to hug me to snap me out of it. Progress!!!! He can now apologize for offenses!!! Now if I could just teach him how to NOT hit or throw things at my face.
Other random vocabulary note: He is obsessed with his sister. Whenever she is napping or in another room he WILL NOT stop saying "where diddy?" He will walk around the house until he figures out where she is. If she is napping he will walk into her room and shout "DER DIDDY!!!!" Needless to say, naptime is over at that point.
It's been kind of a busy week. We started it off by going to church on Sunday. We were, of course, in the cry room. They were doing construction right in front of the room, so we got to stare at a big plastic sheet the entire mass. I guess I should have prayed a little harder last week. I love the looks we get when we go anywhere. If I could read people's minds I think it would go something like this "Oh my, what were they thinking", "Those poor poor parents", "Thank goodness that's not me", etc. So when we walk into the cry room, we always get surprised looks. We all got situated and G got his trucks out to play. He was minding his own business, not running around like a maniac, and here came this little boy. Much to my surprise, G stood up and handed him one of the trucks so they could play together. Wow, I guess daycare isn't so bad after all. It definitely taught him to share, and might I add I was shocked that he didn't throw it at that kid's head? Well, it didn't turn out so well being that the other kid wasn't quite the sharer that G was and G ended up with no trucks. So obviously he will never share again. Poo.
Later that same day we went to Wal-Mart. The only noteable thing that happened was when we were leaving. G wanted to ride in the little "Barney car" with his favorite purple dinosaur, or maybe the *only* purple dinosaur. Anyways, he hopped right on up there and we put in the quarters. $.50 by the way. Yeah, that's what I was thinking. He loved it! He decided it would be more fun if he could get closer to Barney. So he stood up, sat in Barney's lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. Mind you, I was cringing from all the germs he must have been absorbing, but he had such a blast.
As if we wanted to torture ourselves some more, we decided to go to Chuck E Cheese's with my parents and my niece K. It really wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. G ran around like a crazy man. Every time I would put a token in, he would play or ride for 5 seconds and then jump off and run to the next thing. If one of those toddler's were smart they could have followed us around and gotten a lot of free rides. He got to ride everything, and then it was time to eat. My mom bought him one of those cups that had the mouse mouth attached to the straw. So every time he drank it looked like he was a little mouse. I must be immature because I laughed every time he took a drink. meheheheheheheheheh, I'm still laughing. I digress, so while we were eating he became fascinated with the robotic *ahem* real Chuck E Cheese on stage. He watched him the entire time he was eating. When we were all done eating I decided to take him up onto the stage to play with Chuck. Well, he wasn't having that. He did his 'deer in headlights' stare, and that was my cue to get him as far away from the mouse as possible. After our close encounter with the mouse, G decided that he was determined to get up into the big tube thingys. Makes sense, heh? So after much engineering, he figured out that he could in fact climb up the slide and get into the tubes. Now, as cute and adorable as this was, it became a little concerning as to how we were going to get him down. He was having a blast up there. He was crawling through the tubes looking down through the see-through ones and laughing hysterically. After much bribing, we finally got K to climb up there and go get him...she was the only one that would fit. Much to her dismay she climbed up there and after a good 20 minutes managed to coax him out. All in all, it was a good night...other than my unfortunate air hockey injury...darn you Dad!!
So, I had the worst nightmare ever the other night. I dreamt that my 5 month old daughter figured out that if she rolled over several times in a row, than she would be able to *actually* get somewhere. AND THEN I dreamt that she was trying to crawl. Like, seriously trying. She wasn't playing around. The worst part of the dream was that it wasn't a dream and she is doing all these horrific things. God love her, but I just don't know what to do with 2 mobile children. No longer do I have a baby that I can lay on the bed while I get ready...I only got to do that for 5 months!!! Oy, now I will have to rework my morning strategy. Thanks a lot terribly gifted daughter, sheesh. *wink wink*.
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