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Mikro at 30 months

Mikro sometimes talks in his sleep. Some of the things I've heard in the middle of the night while he was asleep next to me are: a recitation of car names, a request to watch NASCAR IMAX, Calliou or Teletubbies, a list of the Teletubbies and what color they are and their favorite things, "Teletubbies [love each other] veddy much!", Mama Daddy Baby, "want yogurt, abeddy [blueberry] apple!" "outside, walk!" "big hug" and "gennamin [gentlemen], start your engines!"

This morning, he sat up with his eyes closed, not yet really awake and proclaimed:

"Mmmmmmmmmm, Mike. Dat me!"

He's more verbal every day. He has his Teletubbie videos memorized. He's singing the "Won't you be my Neighbor" and "Good Feeling" songs from Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. He knows all the character names on Caillou.

He counts to twenty and knows all the primary, secondary and tertiary colors. He knows lots of animals and the sounds they make. He reads simple words. His favorite books are "My Race Car", "Llama Llama Red Pajama" and "The Big Red Barn" and he can point out words on the page and identify them, as well as recite some parts of the stories from memory.

He loves it when we are out in public and he gets a bit fussy and I quote the Llama book: "Silly Llama, What a tizzy, Sometimes Mama's very busy. Please stop all this Llama Drama, and be patient for your Mama. Little Llama, don't you know, Mama Llama loves you so!" Llama Drama is a favorite phrase.

He doesn't quite say "I love you" yet- it comes out "I you!".

He gives the best hugs and kisses in the universe.

He still drives me nuts about his eating habits, though-- he only wants the same thing, over and over again. Yogurt, mama milk, stuffed shells, baked ziti, macaroni and cheese and Gerber pureed bananas. Those are his staples. He'll also eat a bit of lentil, pea or vegetable soup, and sometimes pizza. He thinks if he eats out, he MUST have vanilla ice cream.

He uses plastic forks, knives (to stir and get stuff out of the corners, not really to cut anything) and spoons and is very adamant about feeding himself, which he does very neatly. He cries and yells for a wipe if he spills anything.

He will only drink water, and only from sports bottles. No straws, juice boxes, sippy cups, regular cups, etc. I think that's a carry over from when he had the flu and was dehydrated and we had to do the forced fluids thing. He won't let us near him with any of the things he remembers traumatically from that episode...

I bought him a NASCAR pedal car, which he likes to drag around, but seems afraid to ride in. He doesn't understand the pedals yet. I think he's scared of them because they move...

He takes long walks with us, and is really good about holding Daddy's hand.

He has his two year molars coming in, poor guy, but for the most part, he's full of smiles and giggles. Every night I tell him he's sweet, funny, smart and good, and that I am so lucky to be his mama. Then he curls up next to me and nurses to sleep.

The Littlest Jedi

Kevin and I met because I wore my Darth Vader costume to high school on random days for the fun of it. He is a detail freak and couldn't resist picking on the accuracy of my costume. We had a light saber duel on our first date. So it just figures that eventually Mikro would join in the fun...



For the curious, this is me & Kevin at the NYC premiere of Return of the Jedi:



Kevin gets to see Revenge of the Sith tomorrow, on premiere day in NYC. I'm not sure when the realities of baby wrangling will permit me to see it, but I can't wait!

Mikro at almost 25 months

Mikro is sacked out on the couch, snoring. Given half a chance, I could be, too. We had a late night. Kevin had to run to his mother's to help her out with something and did not get home till after 11pm. (He's heading there again tonight, sigh.) Boy was still up and got his second wind from seeing Daddy. I think he finally let us sleep around 1 a.m.

Then he got up an hour early this morning. Argh. I tried to go back to sleep, but he climbed up on me and stuck his face in mine and kept saying "Hi!" till I gave up and opened my eyes.

We spent the afternoon in the backyard. Today's new discoveries were:

• Drawing in the dirt with sticks (he's definitely a lefty, and unlike my Dad and Kevin's parents, we are not going to make him switch!);
  
• Collecting stones in a pile, then moving them one by one to another pile;
  
• Sending a car down the slide, complete with countdown. He yells "Twee, Q, Dun, Go!" and releases the car, then "Yay!" as it flies through the air.
  
• It doesn't work well when you put the car in the swing. It just falls out;
  
• Pushing the swing is fun, but getting hit by it is not.
  

My son is completely and utterly obsessed with cars and car company insignia. He now refuses to go to bed without one of his many vehicular objects. Last night it was a large Dale Earnhardt Sr. NASCAR shaped pillow, which at least didn't stab me painfully in the back when I rolled over on it in the night. Usually it is a hard plastic wonder, or a metal pencil case tin of the same Earnhardt car...

New words:

• Chevrolet ("shookoo")(when pointing at the Chevy insignia of the beloved Earnhardt car)
  
• Dodge
  
• Ford ("faw")
  
• Box
  
• Ice Tea
  
• Diaper ("dydah"). It's great- he tells me when he needs changed! Especially when he's pooped!
  
• flashlight ("fishfish")
  
• what it is = what is this?
  
• i do i do
  
• mikey do
  
• mikey bye bye (Mikro is done, or wants to go)
  
• my my (short for his name)
  
• cheese
  
• shoes ("doos")
  
• 1, 2, 3, 8, 9! (Apparently, the intervening numbers are irrelevant.)
  
• seenay (No idea, but oft repeated, generally when pointing out the window.)
  
• dubdub (An old standby, still no parental clue as to what it means.)
  

Poor guy has a major case of road rash on his face. He was running around outside with Daddy at my Doctor's office the other night, and fell on his face and slid down her driveway. Poor baby. I was NOT happy when I came out into the waiting room and saw the carnage...

If I wasn't so tired, I could actually get some painting in. But I just don't have the energy. NOw I need to decide whether I should try to nap (which means he'll undoubtedly wake up) or just go make myself some caffeinated tea.... Tea it is.