Back with another Lewis the Truest, the 25th installment (wow!):
After bedtime one night, I heard him yelling out for Kevin, then me, then crying, which is unusual:
Lewis: I'm scared. I had a little bit of a bad dream. Who is Bigfoot?
Me: Where did you hear about Bigfoot?
Lewis: On my Kindle.
Me: He is a made-up creature. He is not real. Try to dream about something real and happy.
Lewis: I'll have beautiful dreams.
Me: Ok, have beautiful dreams, buddy. Good night.
Lewis: I'll just dream about riding on trains.
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Randomly, while looking out the window/riding in the car one day:
Lewis: My favorite things are long trains, long fire trucks, and Southwest airplanes. Because they have two of my favorite colors.
It just cracks me up, the things he has on his mind. And it warms my heart, the simplicity of it all.
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Sitting at dinner, talking about our different hair textures. How Lenore and I and even Kevin have wavy/curly hair, but how Lewis's is straight and thick as molasses:
Kevin: Our hair is kind of the same.
Lewis: Yea, except mine doesn't have that thing.
Kevin: What thing?
Lewis: That triangle thing.
LOL. He was referencing Kevin's receding hairline. :)
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Driving back from a mom-and-Lewis outing, he said he wanted to tell some jokes. The subject matter is a perfect snapshot of our lives right now:
Lewis: What happens if a train poops on the tracks?
Me: What happens?
Lewis: Another train runs over it and falls over it. HA HA!
Lewis: What happens if an earthquake poops on McDonald's?
Me: What happens?
Lewis: McDonald's explodes.
Lewis: What happens if a plane poops on a car while a car is driving down the road?
Me: What happens?
Lewis: It tips over!
Vehicles, natural disasters, and poop, that's what he's about. Vehicles and poop are kind of expected--natural disasters come from discussing safety drills at school the past few weeks.
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Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Lewis the Truest, Vol. XXIV
I have a notebook in my car where I jot these down, and I have fallen behind on typing them up. This one might be longer than usual, and most of them involve a Christmas theme.
I think I posted this on facebook, but I don't think I posted it here. We were driving in the car one day, and he asked:
Lewis: Mooom. Are all of the roads in the world connected to Louisville?
I thought it was a very high level of thinking for a young guy. Despite oceans and islands unreachable by bridges, I told him that we could probably drive from one end of the continent to the other. It really got me thinking--I love questions like that, especially coming from Lewis.
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Before Christmas, amidst our all-Christmas-radio-music, all-the-time phase:
Lewis: sniff sniff sniff, sniff sniff sniff
Me: sniff sniff sniff
Lewis: NO! I'M DOING THAT!
Me: Oh, I thought I'd sniff to see what you were sniffing.
Lewis: NO, I'm singing Jingle Bells with my nose!
Me: Ohhhh!
Hysterical.
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On our way home from picking out our Christmas tree this year, we were driving along the same road where Kevin had gotten pulled over a few years ago (on the way TO picking up our Christmas tree). I think the speed limit drops from 40 to 25 or 30 mph, and he didn't drop his speed. The officer did not give us a ticket, just a verbal warning, and we were telling Lewis about it on our way to pick out the tree this year. So on the way home:
Lewis: Dad got a speeding ticket here a few years ago. How did you escape jail, Dad?
:) He's on a police and jail kick right now. It was just cute and a teachable moment.
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After his Christmas party at school, he brought home a goody bag that had a small notepad in it. He asked for a pen and was jotting things down on his 'Christmas List.' When he was done, there were a bunch of squiggles on the page:
Me: Did you write out what you want for Christmas?
Lew: Yes.
Me: What does it say?
Lew: A digger. A fire truck with a ladder and remote control. A remote-controlled airplane. The Polar Express. A biplane. A hovercraft. A new bath toy. Another remote-controlled airplane. And a slide.
Me: Oh, my!
He had decided months ago that he wanted a digger that he saw at Costco, and he stood firm all along (even as I tried to talk him out of it because I thought he might be too big for it). Alas, it was all he wanted, so it was what he got. I don't know where he came up with some of that other stuff. A hovercraft? Where would he have even seen one of those? Grandma and Grandpa T. did find him a cool remote-controlled plane (for which we need to order new propellers because we have crashed too many times and broken the two or three replacement propellers already). :)
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Walking out of a store somewhere, Lewis screamed, loudly (which he has been doing occasionally, but I've been ignoring him):
Lewis: SCREAM!
Me: Lewis, stop the screaming.
Lewis: Actually, I'm an eagle.
Me: Well, in that case...
Again, how does he know what an eagle sounds like? I bet his birds-of-prey-loving cousin, Juniper, is going to love making eagle sounds with him next week (we're going for a visit). We'll have to make sure they're either outside or in a separate room where we don't have to hear them at 100% volume. :)
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And just this evening, as we were snuggling in the front seat of the car in the garage while Lenore was napping in the back seat (he was sitting on my lap...there was a lot of closeness going on, let me tell you):
Lewis: Open your mouth! (done, hesitantly) I can see your jewelries! (His word for fillings, which is darling.)
Then he hugged me and said:
Lew: I love you, Mom. Can we stay like this forever?
He can be so sweet. He can also be so not sweet, but for tonight, he was sweet.
I think I posted this on facebook, but I don't think I posted it here. We were driving in the car one day, and he asked:
Lewis: Mooom. Are all of the roads in the world connected to Louisville?
I thought it was a very high level of thinking for a young guy. Despite oceans and islands unreachable by bridges, I told him that we could probably drive from one end of the continent to the other. It really got me thinking--I love questions like that, especially coming from Lewis.
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Before Christmas, amidst our all-Christmas-radio-music, all-the-time phase:
Lewis: sniff sniff sniff, sniff sniff sniff
Me: sniff sniff sniff
Lewis: NO! I'M DOING THAT!
Me: Oh, I thought I'd sniff to see what you were sniffing.
Lewis: NO, I'm singing Jingle Bells with my nose!
Me: Ohhhh!
Hysterical.
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On our way home from picking out our Christmas tree this year, we were driving along the same road where Kevin had gotten pulled over a few years ago (on the way TO picking up our Christmas tree). I think the speed limit drops from 40 to 25 or 30 mph, and he didn't drop his speed. The officer did not give us a ticket, just a verbal warning, and we were telling Lewis about it on our way to pick out the tree this year. So on the way home:
Lewis: Dad got a speeding ticket here a few years ago. How did you escape jail, Dad?
:) He's on a police and jail kick right now. It was just cute and a teachable moment.
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After his Christmas party at school, he brought home a goody bag that had a small notepad in it. He asked for a pen and was jotting things down on his 'Christmas List.' When he was done, there were a bunch of squiggles on the page:
Me: Did you write out what you want for Christmas?
Lew: Yes.
Me: What does it say?
Lew: A digger. A fire truck with a ladder and remote control. A remote-controlled airplane. The Polar Express. A biplane. A hovercraft. A new bath toy. Another remote-controlled airplane. And a slide.
Me: Oh, my!
He had decided months ago that he wanted a digger that he saw at Costco, and he stood firm all along (even as I tried to talk him out of it because I thought he might be too big for it). Alas, it was all he wanted, so it was what he got. I don't know where he came up with some of that other stuff. A hovercraft? Where would he have even seen one of those? Grandma and Grandpa T. did find him a cool remote-controlled plane (for which we need to order new propellers because we have crashed too many times and broken the two or three replacement propellers already). :)
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Walking out of a store somewhere, Lewis screamed, loudly (which he has been doing occasionally, but I've been ignoring him):
Lewis: SCREAM!
Me: Lewis, stop the screaming.
Lewis: Actually, I'm an eagle.
Me: Well, in that case...
Again, how does he know what an eagle sounds like? I bet his birds-of-prey-loving cousin, Juniper, is going to love making eagle sounds with him next week (we're going for a visit). We'll have to make sure they're either outside or in a separate room where we don't have to hear them at 100% volume. :)
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And just this evening, as we were snuggling in the front seat of the car in the garage while Lenore was napping in the back seat (he was sitting on my lap...there was a lot of closeness going on, let me tell you):
Lewis: Open your mouth! (done, hesitantly) I can see your jewelries! (His word for fillings, which is darling.)
Then he hugged me and said:
Lew: I love you, Mom. Can we stay like this forever?
He can be so sweet. He can also be so not sweet, but for tonight, he was sweet.
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Lewis the Truest, Vol. XXIII
We have been listening to Christmas music since November 1st--that's when one of the radio stations made the switch to playing it 24 hours/day, and Lew is a big fan. Every time we get in the car, 'Is this the Christmas station?' They've also been practicing at school for their Christmas program, so he's been walking around the house, singing:
Lewis: Sa-hyan-ta Claus is comin' to town, Sa-hyan-ta Claus is comin' to town...
He belts it out with the sweetest Southern twang. He has made up the words to a few songs, as well. I'm very much looking forward to the Christmas program.
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We went out to a Christmas train exhibit last weekend, and on the way home, Kevin was reading a few parts from the brochure for the place we visited:
Kevin: They have over a mile of hiking trails, passing through woodlands and a beaver dam.
Lewis: A BEAVER DAY-UM?
It was hilarious at the time for Kevin and I.
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On the way home from the train exhibit, we were driving through a wooded area.
Me: See how all of the trees have lost their leaves except for the bright yellow-green shrubs? Isn't that interesting? Those shrubs are invasive and aren't supposed to be there--they are bush honeysuckle. That's what I worked to remove when I volunteered with the Olmsted people.
(a second of silence)
Lewis: Are you talking to me, Mom?
Kevin: Yea, I was wondering the same thing!
Me: Nevermind...I'll just keep these things to myself.
It was funny and pretty typical of most days--I feel like I'm talking to a wall. ;)
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Last night at dinner, I served the kids some chicken and steamed carrot sticks. Lewis was already eating his carrots, so I put some more on his plate.
Mama: Did you know that carrots help you see better?
Lewis: Why?
Mama: They have beta-carotene in them, which makes your vision sharper.
Lewis: Oh.
Mama: That's why rabbits have such good eyesight--they like to eat carrots. They rely on their eyesight to look out for predators, their large ears to listen for predators, and then they use their strong legs to run away quickly, if needed. (I'm sure he stopped listening after the first sentence...)
A few minutes later, he was attempting to eat an entire handful at the same time.
Lewis (with his mouth full): I'm eating a hundred of them!
Mama: Ohh, your eye sight should be really sharp, then.
Lewis (after chewing and swallowing): How long does it take to tell the difference?
Mama: I don't know--does anything look sharper or clearer to you?
Lewis (looking around): No.
Mama: Well, I guess we'll just have to keep eating more carrots!
It was so cute. :)
Lewis: Sa-hyan-ta Claus is comin' to town, Sa-hyan-ta Claus is comin' to town...
He belts it out with the sweetest Southern twang. He has made up the words to a few songs, as well. I'm very much looking forward to the Christmas program.
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We went out to a Christmas train exhibit last weekend, and on the way home, Kevin was reading a few parts from the brochure for the place we visited:
Kevin: They have over a mile of hiking trails, passing through woodlands and a beaver dam.
Lewis: A BEAVER DAY-UM?
It was hilarious at the time for Kevin and I.
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On the way home from the train exhibit, we were driving through a wooded area.
Me: See how all of the trees have lost their leaves except for the bright yellow-green shrubs? Isn't that interesting? Those shrubs are invasive and aren't supposed to be there--they are bush honeysuckle. That's what I worked to remove when I volunteered with the Olmsted people.
(a second of silence)
Lewis: Are you talking to me, Mom?
Kevin: Yea, I was wondering the same thing!
Me: Nevermind...I'll just keep these things to myself.
It was funny and pretty typical of most days--I feel like I'm talking to a wall. ;)
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Last night at dinner, I served the kids some chicken and steamed carrot sticks. Lewis was already eating his carrots, so I put some more on his plate.
Mama: Did you know that carrots help you see better?
Lewis: Why?
Mama: They have beta-carotene in them, which makes your vision sharper.
Lewis: Oh.
Mama: That's why rabbits have such good eyesight--they like to eat carrots. They rely on their eyesight to look out for predators, their large ears to listen for predators, and then they use their strong legs to run away quickly, if needed. (I'm sure he stopped listening after the first sentence...)
A few minutes later, he was attempting to eat an entire handful at the same time.
Lewis (with his mouth full): I'm eating a hundred of them!
Mama: Ohh, your eye sight should be really sharp, then.
Lewis (after chewing and swallowing): How long does it take to tell the difference?
Mama: I don't know--does anything look sharper or clearer to you?
Lewis (looking around): No.
Mama: Well, I guess we'll just have to keep eating more carrots!
It was so cute. :)
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Lewis the Truest, XXII
We were driving home from a day of running around at an orchard, on a day when Lewis was also overtired from a few nights of later-than-normal bedtimes. He was going on and on in the car, nonstop, as we got to the pizza place to pick up dinner:
Lewis: What's that? Where's the ___? Who's making our pizza? Why?
Me: Lewis.
Lewis: Is that enough?
I usually say, 'Lewis, that's enough.' Apparently, I can get the point across now just by saying his name in a certain tone.
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I was in Lenore's room, feeding her after a nap one day. Lewis was in my/Kevin's room with the dogs, doing who knows what. I heard a loud thud and an actual cry coming from Lewis, so I knew he did something beyond his normal level of bouncing about:
Lewis: (in tears) I hurt... my brain...and...my belly!
Me: (holding back laughter after he said he hurt his brain) You did? What happened?
Lewis: I ran into the door.
Me: Oh, oh dear.
[I checked him out, and he was fine, but still upset for a few minutes. Then, after calming down...]
Lewis: Or maybe I jumped off the bed and hit the door??
Again, I had to stifle the laughter. He so sweetly presented the truth to me as a question.
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One weekend recently, we were discussing what to do for the afternoon/evening, and we settled on going to a park to play and have a picnic for dinner:
Me: Ok, so I'll run to Kroger and get food for the picnic.
Lewis: I know what I want!
Me: Ok.
Lewis: Bananas.
Apples.
Cucumbers.
Hot dogs with ketchup and mustard.
Grilled cheese.
And spaghetti.
Me: (jotting everything down) Ok, is that all?
Lewis: Yes.
I don't know where he got such a list! First of all, he's never eaten a hot dog, and I'm not sure if he's had cucumber. I'm wondering if he saw a super elaborate picnic on Curious George or something? He was so sure about it, too. So funny.
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We are still working on Lewis being a willing participant in our dinners. It is like the last thing I want to do at the end of the day (argue with him about eating what I cooked), but we are trying to be more diligent about it. One night, we had asked him to take 3 bites of his meal. Later, he asked for privacy so that he could go to the bathroom. When Kevin went back to help him clean up:
Lewis: I had 3 poops. 3 poops, 3 bites.
Very matter of fact, our Lewis.
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Sometimes, Lewis fends for himself while I'm putting Lenore down or working on something around the house. I think I was coming downstairs from putting her down for nap one day, and I came upon him sitting at the dining room table:
Lewis: (sitting with a jar of peanut butter, jar of jelly, bread, knife, spoon, and train cookie cutter--for train-shaped PB&Js, of course)
Me: What are you doing?
Lewis: Making a peanut and butter jelly sandwich. I need some help. (And he says sandwich as swam-wich, which I love.)
He had the sweetest tone to his voice, like he was so proud for gathering all of the ingredients himself.
Lewis: What's that? Where's the ___? Who's making our pizza? Why?
Me: Lewis.
Lewis: Is that enough?
I usually say, 'Lewis, that's enough.' Apparently, I can get the point across now just by saying his name in a certain tone.
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I was in Lenore's room, feeding her after a nap one day. Lewis was in my/Kevin's room with the dogs, doing who knows what. I heard a loud thud and an actual cry coming from Lewis, so I knew he did something beyond his normal level of bouncing about:
Lewis: (in tears) I hurt... my brain...and...my belly!
Me: (holding back laughter after he said he hurt his brain) You did? What happened?
Lewis: I ran into the door.
Me: Oh, oh dear.
[I checked him out, and he was fine, but still upset for a few minutes. Then, after calming down...]
Lewis: Or maybe I jumped off the bed and hit the door??
Again, I had to stifle the laughter. He so sweetly presented the truth to me as a question.
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One weekend recently, we were discussing what to do for the afternoon/evening, and we settled on going to a park to play and have a picnic for dinner:
Me: Ok, so I'll run to Kroger and get food for the picnic.
Lewis: I know what I want!
Me: Ok.
Lewis: Bananas.
Apples.
Cucumbers.
Hot dogs with ketchup and mustard.
Grilled cheese.
And spaghetti.
Me: (jotting everything down) Ok, is that all?
Lewis: Yes.
I don't know where he got such a list! First of all, he's never eaten a hot dog, and I'm not sure if he's had cucumber. I'm wondering if he saw a super elaborate picnic on Curious George or something? He was so sure about it, too. So funny.
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We are still working on Lewis being a willing participant in our dinners. It is like the last thing I want to do at the end of the day (argue with him about eating what I cooked), but we are trying to be more diligent about it. One night, we had asked him to take 3 bites of his meal. Later, he asked for privacy so that he could go to the bathroom. When Kevin went back to help him clean up:
Lewis: I had 3 poops. 3 poops, 3 bites.
Very matter of fact, our Lewis.
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Sometimes, Lewis fends for himself while I'm putting Lenore down or working on something around the house. I think I was coming downstairs from putting her down for nap one day, and I came upon him sitting at the dining room table:
Lewis: (sitting with a jar of peanut butter, jar of jelly, bread, knife, spoon, and train cookie cutter--for train-shaped PB&Js, of course)
Me: What are you doing?
Lewis: Making a peanut and butter jelly sandwich. I need some help. (And he says sandwich as swam-wich, which I love.)
He had the sweetest tone to his voice, like he was so proud for gathering all of the ingredients himself.
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Lewis the Truest, Vol. XXI
After throwing a football around with Kevin in the basement for a good five minutes, Lewis proclaimed he wanted to 'take a rest,' as he does when he's tired. Then, after about 15 seconds of resting on the couch beside me:
Lewis: (shrugs) I still have some energy. (in the most defeated tone possible)
Do you still have some energy, Dad? (again, sounding so pooped, but wanting to get rid of that last little bit of energy he had left)
If only we had as much energy as Lewis does at any given moment of the day. :) (At least that's how I feel.)
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We went to two events last weekend where there was trick-or-treating, so Lewis has amassed a small collection of candy that he keeps sneaking into.
Lewis: (whispering) Mom, I have a surprise for you.
Me: Oh, you DO?
Lewis: Yeah, it's in my pocket.
Me: Okaaay.
Lewis: (hands me a candy bar)
Me: Oh, thanks, buddy!
Lewis: No, it's mine. OPEN IT!
He must have sensed that I was mildly disappointed about the candy, he said, 'Oh, let me get another one for you!' and quickly ran into the other room and grabbed another. I was not his first thought, but that's okay. ;) It was sweet, even after the fact.
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We have a behavior chart on the fridge that we have not been very consistent with. It started out of Lewis wanting a toy at the store--I was getting sick of him throwing a fit and wanting a toy every time we went to Target, so I told him maybe we could 'earn' a toy through good behavior.
Again, we haven't been consistent with it, so I'm sure the point will be lost on him. Regardless, we have a chart, and he has been working towards a Piston Peak Air Attack Training Set (from Planes: Fire and Rescue) for months now. He has to earn 15 stickers from having a good dinner (staying in his seat, eating well without a fight, etc.).
Lewis: Can I get the Piston Peak Air Attack Training Set?
Me: Have you earned all of your stickers?
Lewis: No.
Me: You need two more stickers, right?
Lewis: Yeah, let's go put those on there (in a really sneaky whisper of a voice).
Like, your point, Mom? Let's just put the stickers on, and BAM, the toy is mine. It's as simple as that, Mom.
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I put Lenore to bed while Kevin puts Lewis to bed, and Kevin has very sweetly started to have an end-of-the-day conversation with Lewis to recap their days. Like, 'How was your day?' and 'What did you do?' Kevin said Lewis is slowly starting to give more information. Tonight was the best yet:
Kevin: Did you get to play outside?
Lewis: I played on the playground with Koko.
Kevin: Oh, yea? What did you play?
Lewis: Married.
Kevin: Oh yea? (cracking up on the inside) Did you hold hands?
Lewis: Yea.
I can just imagine the tone in his voice. Part serious contemplation/part mild defeat (like she made him play). Koko and Lewis have been in the same class for two years now, and I guess they are getting closer. Last year, he was pretty close with Lily, but she's in a different class this year.
Lewis: (shrugs) I still have some energy. (in the most defeated tone possible)
Do you still have some energy, Dad? (again, sounding so pooped, but wanting to get rid of that last little bit of energy he had left)
If only we had as much energy as Lewis does at any given moment of the day. :) (At least that's how I feel.)
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We went to two events last weekend where there was trick-or-treating, so Lewis has amassed a small collection of candy that he keeps sneaking into.
Lewis: (whispering) Mom, I have a surprise for you.
Me: Oh, you DO?
Lewis: Yeah, it's in my pocket.
Me: Okaaay.
Lewis: (hands me a candy bar)
Me: Oh, thanks, buddy!
Lewis: No, it's mine. OPEN IT!
He must have sensed that I was mildly disappointed about the candy, he said, 'Oh, let me get another one for you!' and quickly ran into the other room and grabbed another. I was not his first thought, but that's okay. ;) It was sweet, even after the fact.
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We have a behavior chart on the fridge that we have not been very consistent with. It started out of Lewis wanting a toy at the store--I was getting sick of him throwing a fit and wanting a toy every time we went to Target, so I told him maybe we could 'earn' a toy through good behavior.
Again, we haven't been consistent with it, so I'm sure the point will be lost on him. Regardless, we have a chart, and he has been working towards a Piston Peak Air Attack Training Set (from Planes: Fire and Rescue) for months now. He has to earn 15 stickers from having a good dinner (staying in his seat, eating well without a fight, etc.).
Lewis: Can I get the Piston Peak Air Attack Training Set?
Me: Have you earned all of your stickers?
Lewis: No.
Me: You need two more stickers, right?
Lewis: Yeah, let's go put those on there (in a really sneaky whisper of a voice).
Like, your point, Mom? Let's just put the stickers on, and BAM, the toy is mine. It's as simple as that, Mom.
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I put Lenore to bed while Kevin puts Lewis to bed, and Kevin has very sweetly started to have an end-of-the-day conversation with Lewis to recap their days. Like, 'How was your day?' and 'What did you do?' Kevin said Lewis is slowly starting to give more information. Tonight was the best yet:
Kevin: Did you get to play outside?
Lewis: I played on the playground with Koko.
Kevin: Oh, yea? What did you play?
Lewis: Married.
Kevin: Oh yea? (cracking up on the inside) Did you hold hands?
Lewis: Yea.
I can just imagine the tone in his voice. Part serious contemplation/part mild defeat (like she made him play). Koko and Lewis have been in the same class for two years now, and I guess they are getting closer. Last year, he was pretty close with Lily, but she's in a different class this year.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Lewis the Truest, Vol. XX
I was feeding Lenore one day in her room, and Lewis was sitting in there with us, chatting it up:
Lewis: Why does her milk come out of your body?
Me: Because we are mammals. All mammal mamas make milk for their babies.
Lewis: Oh!
Me: Elephant mamas make milk for their elephant babies. Goat mamas make milk for their goat babies. Doggy mamas make milk for their doggy babies.
Lewis: Oh!
Me: Did you know Hattie used to be a mama?
Lewis: Yea.
Me: Can you believe she had three puppies that she cared for?
[She was taken in by a rescue as a stray, and all three of her puppies died of parvo soon after they were born. She was very depressed afterwards, until we met her and brought her home to be a companion, mother, boss, etc. to Peter and the rest of us. The rest is history.]
Lewis: Yea! Did they look like little Hatties??
Me: I don't know, I never met them, but I bet they did! Can you imagine--I bet they were so cute!
Lewis: What were their names? Gloodly?? (Or something made-up off the top of his head like that.)
Me: I don't know, buddy, I never knew them. What do YOU think their names were?
Lewis: Hmm. (long pause) Sun, Cloud, and Rain.
It made me smile on many levels. I was touched that he was so sweet about Hattie's long-forgotten puppies.
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Lewis tends to wake up early (5:30-6ish), and then will fall back asleep until his normal awakening time (around 7-7:30). He usually just needs to be covered up or reassured, and, as I am still on nighttime-Lenore-duty, Kevin takes care of Lewis duty.
One day, I *happened* to already be up with Lenore (lucky me!), so I slipped out of her room and into Lewis' room and laid with him. I wouldn't normally lay with him (he sleeps in a twin bed, after all, and he twirls my hair so that I can't fall back asleep), but I must have been extra tired that morning. I was in and out of sleep, but at one point, Lewis was saying, in a trance-like state (while twirling my hair):
Lew: Don't eat cows. Eat more chicken. Don't eat cows. Eat more chicken. Don't eat cows. Eat more chicken. (On and on...)
Over and over and over again. I thought I was in and out of a trippy dream, and I didn't even remember it until a few days later. I'm not even sure where he got that--he has a little stuffed cow from Chick-Fil-A that Grandma Sharon gave him, but I didn't know he even knew their slogan. Proves once again that he is ALWAYS LISTENING. :)
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I'd written this down on the notebook I keep in my car, and I just found it the other day. I vaguely remember it from earlier in the summer:
Lewis (totally out of the blue, staring out of the window): When I get older, I'm going to ride the Wing Coaster, ride The Beast, and get a John Deere lawn mower.
:) It made me smile. The boy has plans for his future!! He and Kevin sometimes watch roller coaster videos at bedtime, so Lew is very excited about being big enough to ride the big ones. There were lots of commercials earlier in the summer for The Thunderbird (aka the Wing Coaster) at Holiday World. And I'm not sure how The Beast came into the picture, other than Kevin and I agreeing that it's the best roller coaster we've ridden.
And then there's the John Deere lawn mower. He has said a few times now that he wants a JD Gator for Christmas (like one of the big Power Wheel ones that costs $400+). Either that or a blue train and an orange train, JUST like the blue and orange trains at the zoo--separately, but equally as difficult for me to make happen.
Lewis: Why does her milk come out of your body?
Me: Because we are mammals. All mammal mamas make milk for their babies.
Lewis: Oh!
Me: Elephant mamas make milk for their elephant babies. Goat mamas make milk for their goat babies. Doggy mamas make milk for their doggy babies.
Lewis: Oh!
Me: Did you know Hattie used to be a mama?
Lewis: Yea.
Me: Can you believe she had three puppies that she cared for?
[She was taken in by a rescue as a stray, and all three of her puppies died of parvo soon after they were born. She was very depressed afterwards, until we met her and brought her home to be a companion, mother, boss, etc. to Peter and the rest of us. The rest is history.]
Lewis: Yea! Did they look like little Hatties??
Me: I don't know, I never met them, but I bet they did! Can you imagine--I bet they were so cute!
Lewis: What were their names? Gloodly?? (Or something made-up off the top of his head like that.)
Me: I don't know, buddy, I never knew them. What do YOU think their names were?
Lewis: Hmm. (long pause) Sun, Cloud, and Rain.
It made me smile on many levels. I was touched that he was so sweet about Hattie's long-forgotten puppies.
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Lewis tends to wake up early (5:30-6ish), and then will fall back asleep until his normal awakening time (around 7-7:30). He usually just needs to be covered up or reassured, and, as I am still on nighttime-Lenore-duty, Kevin takes care of Lewis duty.
One day, I *happened* to already be up with Lenore (lucky me!), so I slipped out of her room and into Lewis' room and laid with him. I wouldn't normally lay with him (he sleeps in a twin bed, after all, and he twirls my hair so that I can't fall back asleep), but I must have been extra tired that morning. I was in and out of sleep, but at one point, Lewis was saying, in a trance-like state (while twirling my hair):
Lew: Don't eat cows. Eat more chicken. Don't eat cows. Eat more chicken. Don't eat cows. Eat more chicken. (On and on...)
Over and over and over again. I thought I was in and out of a trippy dream, and I didn't even remember it until a few days later. I'm not even sure where he got that--he has a little stuffed cow from Chick-Fil-A that Grandma Sharon gave him, but I didn't know he even knew their slogan. Proves once again that he is ALWAYS LISTENING. :)
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I'd written this down on the notebook I keep in my car, and I just found it the other day. I vaguely remember it from earlier in the summer:
Lewis (totally out of the blue, staring out of the window): When I get older, I'm going to ride the Wing Coaster, ride The Beast, and get a John Deere lawn mower.
:) It made me smile. The boy has plans for his future!! He and Kevin sometimes watch roller coaster videos at bedtime, so Lew is very excited about being big enough to ride the big ones. There were lots of commercials earlier in the summer for The Thunderbird (aka the Wing Coaster) at Holiday World. And I'm not sure how The Beast came into the picture, other than Kevin and I agreeing that it's the best roller coaster we've ridden.
And then there's the John Deere lawn mower. He has said a few times now that he wants a JD Gator for Christmas (like one of the big Power Wheel ones that costs $400+). Either that or a blue train and an orange train, JUST like the blue and orange trains at the zoo--separately, but equally as difficult for me to make happen.
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Lewis the Truest, Vol. XIX
One day we were talking about Kevin running to Jimmy John's to get dinner. I was looking at the menu online, and said:
Me: I'll have a Slim Two.
Lewis: I'll have a Slim Four. Because I'm FOUR!
That ended up being turkey and cheese, which worked out well. Lucky him--who knows what he could have ended up with. :)
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On a regular Sunday morning...
Lewis: VRRROOOM. I love tractors.
TOOT-TOOOOT. I love trains.
(wings out, flying through the living room) I love planes.
I love orange.
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One morning as Kevin was coming into the living room to sit with Lewis (he acts like this most anytime Kevin tries to sit next to him on the couch):
Lewis: Go away!
Kevin: I don't want to go away.
Lewis: Yes, you do, because leave me alone!
It is reminiscent of my brother in his teenage years. Leave.Me.Alone! He used to yell that dramatically at my mom when she'd try to wake him up for school. :) I've been saying that Lewis is a little teenager-ish lately...moody one minute, but wanting to snuggle the next.
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The previous ones were from back in March (oops, forgot to post!). More recently...
In the car one day...
Me: Do you want to play soccer?
Lewis: Just golf.
It made me laugh. I'd be fine with golf, as I would be with tennis (another sport he says he wants to play/likes to watch on TV). It just caught me off-guard, as do a lot of the things he says!
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Discussing dinner the other night, he was having trouble making the words come out of his mouth.
Me: What would you like for dinner?
Lewis: Toast. I'd like toast, but I'd like it to not go through the toaster.
Me: So you want bread?
Lewis: Yes.
Again, made me laugh. :)
Me: I'll have a Slim Two.
Lewis: I'll have a Slim Four. Because I'm FOUR!
That ended up being turkey and cheese, which worked out well. Lucky him--who knows what he could have ended up with. :)
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On a regular Sunday morning...
Lewis: VRRROOOM. I love tractors.
TOOT-TOOOOT. I love trains.
(wings out, flying through the living room) I love planes.
I love orange.
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One morning as Kevin was coming into the living room to sit with Lewis (he acts like this most anytime Kevin tries to sit next to him on the couch):
Lewis: Go away!
Kevin: I don't want to go away.
Lewis: Yes, you do, because leave me alone!
It is reminiscent of my brother in his teenage years. Leave.Me.Alone! He used to yell that dramatically at my mom when she'd try to wake him up for school. :) I've been saying that Lewis is a little teenager-ish lately...moody one minute, but wanting to snuggle the next.
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The previous ones were from back in March (oops, forgot to post!). More recently...
In the car one day...
Me: Do you want to play soccer?
Lewis: Just golf.
It made me laugh. I'd be fine with golf, as I would be with tennis (another sport he says he wants to play/likes to watch on TV). It just caught me off-guard, as do a lot of the things he says!
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Discussing dinner the other night, he was having trouble making the words come out of his mouth.
Me: What would you like for dinner?
Lewis: Toast. I'd like toast, but I'd like it to not go through the toaster.
Me: So you want bread?
Lewis: Yes.
Again, made me laugh. :)
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Lewis the Truest, Vol. XVIII
It's been a while, but Lewis continues to be pretty hilarious. The first three of these are from back in November/December, and the last two are from this morning:
My mom reminded me of this one. She stayed with us for part of a week to help me with the transition and recovery. She was immensely helpful, but that's beside the point. :) While helping get Lewis ready to go to school (I believe), she told him to go potty.
Lewis: I don't need to potty! I'm not holding my penis!
I'm not sure where/when he picked that up. I guess we have called him out a few times for saying he does not have to go, when he's either very clearly grabbing himself or in the process of taking his pants and underwear off, randomly, in the middle of the living room. :) He's pretty good about going when he needs to go, on his own, but he's more resistant when we are the ones telling him to go (e.g. when we're getting ready to go somewhere). As with most things... :)
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Kevin and Lewis were sitting at the table one evening, talking about sleep and the importance of naps. Lew was particularly wound up that evening, as he is most evenings when he doesn't get enough sleep, doesn't nap, etc. Naps are almost nonexistent now, so crazed evenings are something we're trying to manage. Kevin was trying to explain to Lewis how tired he (Lewis) was and how much better he would feel and would be able to behave if he would just take a nap (for the love...).
Lewis: I'm not tired...I'm just HAPPY!
Kevin and I both got a good long laugh out of that one. So, so funny and not funny at the same time. :) We've been trying to get him to bed earlier to make up the deficit, and that seems to help. We've started quiet time in his room in the afternoon, too, instead of wasting time getting him ready for a nap that isn't going to happen.
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Kevin and Lewis were down in the basement watching a UL game:
Kevin: (yelled at the TV)
Lewis: What's wrong, Dad?
Kevin: Oh, the Cards just aren't doing well. (or something to that effect)
Lewis: Do we need to change clothes?
It totally cracked me up when Kevin told me. Just what we need--another superstitious UL fan in the house.
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While we were eating breakfast:
Me: Lewis, do you want some fruit to go with your breakfast? Maybe some grapes? A banana?
Lewis: Did you say crackers?
Wishful thinking, buddy! (He'd eat crackers for every meal if we'd let him.)
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Sitting at a stoplight on the way to school:
Lewis: Why do the cars drive on the road?
Me: Because that's what they do. People drive cars on roads in order to go places.
Lewis: Are they going home?
Me: Yes, some people are going home. Some are going to school, some to work, some to Kroger.
Lewis: Some to train rides.
Of course, someone, somewhere is heading to the train station to take a train ride. And it was the way he said it, too. In the same tone as me, trailing off, finishing my sentence.
My mom reminded me of this one. She stayed with us for part of a week to help me with the transition and recovery. She was immensely helpful, but that's beside the point. :) While helping get Lewis ready to go to school (I believe), she told him to go potty.
Lewis: I don't need to potty! I'm not holding my penis!
I'm not sure where/when he picked that up. I guess we have called him out a few times for saying he does not have to go, when he's either very clearly grabbing himself or in the process of taking his pants and underwear off, randomly, in the middle of the living room. :) He's pretty good about going when he needs to go, on his own, but he's more resistant when we are the ones telling him to go (e.g. when we're getting ready to go somewhere). As with most things... :)
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Kevin and Lewis were sitting at the table one evening, talking about sleep and the importance of naps. Lew was particularly wound up that evening, as he is most evenings when he doesn't get enough sleep, doesn't nap, etc. Naps are almost nonexistent now, so crazed evenings are something we're trying to manage. Kevin was trying to explain to Lewis how tired he (Lewis) was and how much better he would feel and would be able to behave if he would just take a nap (for the love...).
Lewis: I'm not tired...I'm just HAPPY!
Kevin and I both got a good long laugh out of that one. So, so funny and not funny at the same time. :) We've been trying to get him to bed earlier to make up the deficit, and that seems to help. We've started quiet time in his room in the afternoon, too, instead of wasting time getting him ready for a nap that isn't going to happen.
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Kevin and Lewis were down in the basement watching a UL game:
Kevin: (yelled at the TV)
Lewis: What's wrong, Dad?
Kevin: Oh, the Cards just aren't doing well. (or something to that effect)
Lewis: Do we need to change clothes?
It totally cracked me up when Kevin told me. Just what we need--another superstitious UL fan in the house.
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While we were eating breakfast:
Me: Lewis, do you want some fruit to go with your breakfast? Maybe some grapes? A banana?
Lewis: Did you say crackers?
Wishful thinking, buddy! (He'd eat crackers for every meal if we'd let him.)
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Sitting at a stoplight on the way to school:
Lewis: Why do the cars drive on the road?
Me: Because that's what they do. People drive cars on roads in order to go places.
Lewis: Are they going home?
Me: Yes, some people are going home. Some are going to school, some to work, some to Kroger.
Lewis: Some to train rides.
Of course, someone, somewhere is heading to the train station to take a train ride. And it was the way he said it, too. In the same tone as me, trailing off, finishing my sentence.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Lewis the Truest, Vol. XVII
During breakfast one day:
Lewis: Mmm, this is alligator soup.
Mama: This is what?
Lewis: Alligator soup.
Mama: Oh! I thought it was toast.
Lewis: It's alligator soup. The little bits of alligator are DELICIOUS.
After I stopped laughing, I asked him where he learned all of this information about alligator soup, and he told me he learned it from Ms. Lauren, his art teacher/school director. :)
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I told Lewis to go potty after breakfast/before getting ready for school. I heard him go into our bedroom to talk to Hattie, as he often does. In parting, these were his words to her:
Lewis: Goodbye, Baby. (He calls her Baby Girl.) I'm going to poootty and poop before schooool!
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Kevin and Lewis went out to dinner a few weeks ago while I went to a wine/canvas thing with Kate, and Kevin sent me a text about Lewis's review of the restaurant:
Lewis: I like Moe's. It is not yucky.
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Lewis was admiring Lenore the other day after a feeding. I asked him if he wanted to say anything to her:
Lewis: Choo choo train. Tractor. Airplanes. Orange. Basketball. Leaves. Dada. Mama. Peter. Hattie. Baby. Lewis Pete. Dada. That's our FAMILY.
I was writing the words down as fast as they came out, and I thought I might have missed a couple. I asked him what came after tractor, and he said, 'airplanes, orange, basketball, etc.' and kept rattling off the list again, in the same order. It was too, too funny.
Lewis: Mmm, this is alligator soup.
Mama: This is what?
Lewis: Alligator soup.
Mama: Oh! I thought it was toast.
Lewis: It's alligator soup. The little bits of alligator are DELICIOUS.
After I stopped laughing, I asked him where he learned all of this information about alligator soup, and he told me he learned it from Ms. Lauren, his art teacher/school director. :)
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I told Lewis to go potty after breakfast/before getting ready for school. I heard him go into our bedroom to talk to Hattie, as he often does. In parting, these were his words to her:
Lewis: Goodbye, Baby. (He calls her Baby Girl.) I'm going to poootty and poop before schooool!
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Kevin and Lewis went out to dinner a few weeks ago while I went to a wine/canvas thing with Kate, and Kevin sent me a text about Lewis's review of the restaurant:
Lewis: I like Moe's. It is not yucky.
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Lewis was admiring Lenore the other day after a feeding. I asked him if he wanted to say anything to her:
Lewis: Choo choo train. Tractor. Airplanes. Orange. Basketball. Leaves. Dada. Mama. Peter. Hattie. Baby. Lewis Pete. Dada. That's our FAMILY.
I was writing the words down as fast as they came out, and I thought I might have missed a couple. I asked him what came after tractor, and he said, 'airplanes, orange, basketball, etc.' and kept rattling off the list again, in the same order. It was too, too funny.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Lewis the Truest, Vol. XVI
As with most things, going potty sometimes takes some convincing with Lewis.
Lewis: I NOT need to go potty!
Kevin: I bet you do. You just drank all of that lemonade.
Lewis: (finally peeing) There's my lemonade!
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Also related to the potty, we are trying to teach him the order of things when he goes to the bathroom. Do his business, flush, and wash his hands. He's pretty funny about doing things out of order--usually he washes his hands first, pees, and then is insistent that he already washed them and doesn't need to wash them again. This was our exchange at breakfast one morning:
Lewis: I'm all done.
Mama: Ok. I need you to go potty, and then it's time to get ready for school.
Lewis: (runs down the hall, and I hear some noises in the bathroom while I'm cleaning up breakfast)
Mama: (I get to the bathroom, see him straightening the bath mat, and can tell that he's just washed his hands) Lewis, did you go potty?
Lewis: I FRE-GOT (that's how he says forgot)! SILLY LEWIS!
It was so darn cute--silly Lewis! I think he went in there and washed his hands and then got side-tracked with straightening the rug and totally forgot what he was supposed to be doing. Once prompted, he went right away, flushed, washed up, etc. and we got ready for school. Whenever he goes to the bathroom on his own, I listen to hear the flush and the water running, and I'll ask him if he did steps A, B, and C--he's good about going back and completing the missed steps, so that's good. It will all click one of these days. :)
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At Hickory Hill, we have to clean the house when we check out. Lewis went upstairs and asked (cousin) Mallory if he could help her clean her room. She let him help her vacuum, and when they were done, they exchanged pleasantries:
Mallory: Thank you, Lewis!
Lewis: Thank you, Mallory!
:) He does that...thanks us after we thank him. :) He also says he is sorry, even when something isn't his fault, so we're working on when it's appropriate to say these niceties.
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Sometimes we get to school early, and we have to wait x number of minutes until we can enter the carpool lane. This morning, we were 8 minutes early, so I asked Lewis to count to 8:
Lewis: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Mama: Can you keep going?
Lewis: 9, 10, 11, 12, 14, 13, ELEVENTEEN!!!!
Clearly, still working on it. :)
Lewis: I NOT need to go potty!
Kevin: I bet you do. You just drank all of that lemonade.
Lewis: (finally peeing) There's my lemonade!
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Also related to the potty, we are trying to teach him the order of things when he goes to the bathroom. Do his business, flush, and wash his hands. He's pretty funny about doing things out of order--usually he washes his hands first, pees, and then is insistent that he already washed them and doesn't need to wash them again. This was our exchange at breakfast one morning:
Lewis: I'm all done.
Mama: Ok. I need you to go potty, and then it's time to get ready for school.
Lewis: (runs down the hall, and I hear some noises in the bathroom while I'm cleaning up breakfast)
Mama: (I get to the bathroom, see him straightening the bath mat, and can tell that he's just washed his hands) Lewis, did you go potty?
Lewis: I FRE-GOT (that's how he says forgot)! SILLY LEWIS!
It was so darn cute--silly Lewis! I think he went in there and washed his hands and then got side-tracked with straightening the rug and totally forgot what he was supposed to be doing. Once prompted, he went right away, flushed, washed up, etc. and we got ready for school. Whenever he goes to the bathroom on his own, I listen to hear the flush and the water running, and I'll ask him if he did steps A, B, and C--he's good about going back and completing the missed steps, so that's good. It will all click one of these days. :)
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At Hickory Hill, we have to clean the house when we check out. Lewis went upstairs and asked (cousin) Mallory if he could help her clean her room. She let him help her vacuum, and when they were done, they exchanged pleasantries:
Mallory: Thank you, Lewis!
Lewis: Thank you, Mallory!
:) He does that...thanks us after we thank him. :) He also says he is sorry, even when something isn't his fault, so we're working on when it's appropriate to say these niceties.
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Sometimes we get to school early, and we have to wait x number of minutes until we can enter the carpool lane. This morning, we were 8 minutes early, so I asked Lewis to count to 8:
Lewis: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Mama: Can you keep going?
Lewis: 9, 10, 11, 12, 14, 13, ELEVENTEEN!!!!
Clearly, still working on it. :)
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Lewis the Truest, Vol. XV
On our drive to Cincinnati, I gave Lewis a compact mirror to play with in the car. It kept him pretty entertained for a while. At one point, I looked back to see him reaching behind the mirror, twinkling his fingers behind it.
Lewis: I can't touch that Lewis! There are TWO LEWISES!
Guess we have some things to learn about mirrors and how they work. :) It was very cute.
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As I very steadily cleaned out our basement storage room the other day, Lewis played out in the playroom. He made some 'cookies' for us out of Play-Doh (which were, at some point that afternoon, also ice cream and birthday cake). He found some plastic storage containers and put in 'one for me' and 'one for you.' Mine was yellow, blue, black, and brown (that Play-Doh is now in the trash...) and his was orange and blue. He kept talking about the fact that his was part blue, one of his favorite colors these days (along with yellow).
As I sat and watched him open up the storage containers for us, yet again, to eat cookies, yet again, I said:
Mama: I love you, Lewis.
Lew: I love blue, too!
I think he meant to say, 'I love you, too,' but he had blue on the brain. :) Or I guess it IS possible that he meant to express how much he loves blue.
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We have been working some on identifying letters, and there is one book that is a favorite of Lewis'. We've read it so many times, he can now read it to us! Not that he can read, of course, but he is a skilled memorizer. :)
Mama or Dada: A
Lewis: An AIRPLANE flies up in the sky.
M/D: B
Lewis: A BALL that bounces way up high.
M/D: C
Lewis: CARS that race down the road. GOOD JOB, LEWIS!
He reads to himself. He congratulates himself. Pretty soon, Kevin and I will be useless! :)
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Kevin takes the early shift, whenever Lewis wakes up. Sometimes that means I get to sleep a little longer, and sometimes it means I jump in the shower, just depending on how early Lewis wakes up. I was feeling bad about Kevin having to get up earlier than me, but not after I heard how this goes down:
Kevin: (turns on a show on TV)
Lewis: Close your eyes, Dada!
Apparently, Lewis is conditioned to watch a show while Dad lays on the couch and catches a few more ZZZs. :)
Lewis: I can't touch that Lewis! There are TWO LEWISES!
Guess we have some things to learn about mirrors and how they work. :) It was very cute.
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As I very steadily cleaned out our basement storage room the other day, Lewis played out in the playroom. He made some 'cookies' for us out of Play-Doh (which were, at some point that afternoon, also ice cream and birthday cake). He found some plastic storage containers and put in 'one for me' and 'one for you.' Mine was yellow, blue, black, and brown (that Play-Doh is now in the trash...) and his was orange and blue. He kept talking about the fact that his was part blue, one of his favorite colors these days (along with yellow).
As I sat and watched him open up the storage containers for us, yet again, to eat cookies, yet again, I said:
Mama: I love you, Lewis.
Lew: I love blue, too!
I think he meant to say, 'I love you, too,' but he had blue on the brain. :) Or I guess it IS possible that he meant to express how much he loves blue.
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We have been working some on identifying letters, and there is one book that is a favorite of Lewis'. We've read it so many times, he can now read it to us! Not that he can read, of course, but he is a skilled memorizer. :)
Mama or Dada: A
Lewis: An AIRPLANE flies up in the sky.
M/D: B
Lewis: A BALL that bounces way up high.
M/D: C
Lewis: CARS that race down the road. GOOD JOB, LEWIS!
He reads to himself. He congratulates himself. Pretty soon, Kevin and I will be useless! :)
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Kevin takes the early shift, whenever Lewis wakes up. Sometimes that means I get to sleep a little longer, and sometimes it means I jump in the shower, just depending on how early Lewis wakes up. I was feeling bad about Kevin having to get up earlier than me, but not after I heard how this goes down:
Kevin: (turns on a show on TV)
Lewis: Close your eyes, Dada!
Apparently, Lewis is conditioned to watch a show while Dad lays on the couch and catches a few more ZZZs. :)
Monday, September 1, 2014
Lewis the Truest, Vol. XIV
Last week, I made some zucchini bread (thanks for the zucchini, Sharon!). Lewis couldn't quite say zucchini:
Lewis: Mmmm, this is yummy Bikini Bread, Mama!
He continued to call it that all week. :)
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He's checked the weather a few times over the past week, which involves him going to the back door, stepping outside, and then coming in with a weather report. The temperature is, surprisingly, always the same:
Lewis: It's 60 degrees. That means we can ________ (example: go outside and play on the playground, go to the zoo, etc.).
If he mentions the playground, he then goes on to explain the rules of the playground at school:
Lewis: You climb up the ladder and go down the slide. Make sure you are on your bottom and feet first. You don't climb up the slide.
Which is particularly hysterical to me because I have watched him climb up the slide at school many-a-times while I've waited to pick him up.
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Speaking of school, he had his orientation one night this week. As we pulled up, this was our conversation:
Lewis: You dropping me off, Mama? (like usual)
Me: No, buddy. This is your orientation night! Dad is coming, too, and we are going to meet your new teachers!
Lewis: Ok.
Not 10-15 minutes later, in the gym, he was running around with other kids and came up to me to say:
Lewis: Drop me off, Mama!
Like, you can leave now! I'm good! Be gone with you! :)
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He's been doing a lot of this type of stuff lately:
Lewis: Can I have some Goldfish?
Me: No, it's time for lunch. Let's eat lunch.
Lewis: But I NOT huuungryyy! I not hungry. I want Goldfish. Waaaaah! (sometimes followed by throwing himself to the ground)
I calmly try to point out that wanting Goldfish = some sort of hunger, but it's usually a waste of my time. He's also pulled:
Kevin: It's time for bath.
Lewis: I NOT want to take a bath. (and in the same breath) I want to take a bath.
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Yesterday we went up to Don and Brenda's house for their Labor Day party. Kevin had told Lewis where we were going, so at breakfast, I asked Lew about it:
Me: Lewis, do you know where we are going today?
Lewis: To Bronda's house!
Then the whole drive up, he kept asking:
Lew: Where is Den and Bronda's house?
I kept saying Don and Brenda, but it did not stick with him. Den and Bronda, it is. :)
Lewis: Mmmm, this is yummy Bikini Bread, Mama!
He continued to call it that all week. :)
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He's checked the weather a few times over the past week, which involves him going to the back door, stepping outside, and then coming in with a weather report. The temperature is, surprisingly, always the same:
Lewis: It's 60 degrees. That means we can ________ (example: go outside and play on the playground, go to the zoo, etc.).
If he mentions the playground, he then goes on to explain the rules of the playground at school:
Lewis: You climb up the ladder and go down the slide. Make sure you are on your bottom and feet first. You don't climb up the slide.
Which is particularly hysterical to me because I have watched him climb up the slide at school many-a-times while I've waited to pick him up.
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Speaking of school, he had his orientation one night this week. As we pulled up, this was our conversation:
Lewis: You dropping me off, Mama? (like usual)
Me: No, buddy. This is your orientation night! Dad is coming, too, and we are going to meet your new teachers!
Lewis: Ok.
Not 10-15 minutes later, in the gym, he was running around with other kids and came up to me to say:
Lewis: Drop me off, Mama!
Like, you can leave now! I'm good! Be gone with you! :)
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He's been doing a lot of this type of stuff lately:
Lewis: Can I have some Goldfish?
Me: No, it's time for lunch. Let's eat lunch.
Lewis: But I NOT huuungryyy! I not hungry. I want Goldfish. Waaaaah! (sometimes followed by throwing himself to the ground)
I calmly try to point out that wanting Goldfish = some sort of hunger, but it's usually a waste of my time. He's also pulled:
Kevin: It's time for bath.
Lewis: I NOT want to take a bath. (and in the same breath) I want to take a bath.
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Yesterday we went up to Don and Brenda's house for their Labor Day party. Kevin had told Lewis where we were going, so at breakfast, I asked Lew about it:
Me: Lewis, do you know where we are going today?
Lewis: To Bronda's house!
Then the whole drive up, he kept asking:
Lew: Where is Den and Bronda's house?
I kept saying Don and Brenda, but it did not stick with him. Den and Bronda, it is. :)
Friday, August 22, 2014
Lewis the Truest, Vol. XIII
Lewis went out to Huber's with Grandma and Grandpa T. last week, and they took a tractor ride around the farm. As the driver of the tractor was moving from the paved road to the field, she said something like, 'Hold on! It'll be bumpy!' Later, Lewis was driving a wooden tractor play structure (non-moving) with Grandma as his passenger, and he said:
Lewis: Hold on! It'll be bumpy!
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Lewis is going to break an arm soon, I have a feeling. The past week or two, he's been very big on:
Lew: Watch this, Mama! OR Look at me, Mama!
Followed by a jump off the couch, a WWE-esque fall to the ground, or an accidental faceplant off of a chair (these things have all happened). Bad choices.
Gymnastics should hopefully help fine-tune his tumbling/furniture-diving skills to minimize injury. :)
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On the way to camp/school the other day, Lewis noticed a man using a weed whacker along the side of the road:
Lewis: That guy was working?
Me: Yes.
Lewis: He was using a weed whacker.
Me: Yes, he was.
Lewis: I want to use a weed whacker ONE DAY when I grow up.
Me: Oh, I bet you will use one at your house, just like Dada does.
Lewis: At my house?
Me: Yes, one day you will grow up and get a job and a car and your very own house. And you'll have to do things to take care of it, like mow the yard and take your dogs for a walk.
Lewis: I'M GOING TO GET TWO BABY DOGGIES!
Me: You are, are you?
Lewis: Ohhh, they're going to be so cute. (as he fake snuggles his future/imaginary puppies) I'm going to get TWO of them, and I'm going to get TWO CAR SEATS, and I'm going to take them TO THE ZOO!
He's got plans, yes, he does. :) My sweet boy.
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On the way home from school the other day, Lewis noticed a neighborhood across the street from his school and started talking about it:
Lew: What's down that road, Mama?
Me: Oh, it's a neighborhood. Where people live.
Lew: Some of my teachers live over there. And my boys. And ME!
Me: Oh, really?
Lew: Yea, there are BIGGER houses over there. We need a BIGGER house. Our house is too small. Our KITCHEN is too small. We need a BIGGER KITCHEN!
:)
Gee, I wonder where he got that idea? ;) I may or may not havegrumbled mentioned a few times in past few weeks how small our kitchen is and how I feel our house is closing in on us. It's especially awesome on school days, when I'm making Lew's breakfast and packing his lunch while Kevin is making his own breakfast and lunch. Sometimes Peter and Hattie come in to hang out, too...Hattie, especially, likes to hang out right under our feet so we have a maximum chance of grazing her and making her yelp out like it's the end of the world. It's good times, let me tell you!
Also, between moving/relocating things from the office/guest room, getting things ready for Lewis to move to his new room, and pulling things out of the very full storage room for the baby, things have been a bit crazy all over the house. Piles o' stuff everywhere. Kevin informed me that almost 8 mos. pregnant is NOT a good time to think about moving (he's always so rational), so I will keep plugging along at bringing order back to the house.
And daydreaming about that house with a bigger kitchen...
Lewis: Hold on! It'll be bumpy!
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Lewis is going to break an arm soon, I have a feeling. The past week or two, he's been very big on:
Lew: Watch this, Mama! OR Look at me, Mama!
Followed by a jump off the couch, a WWE-esque fall to the ground, or an accidental faceplant off of a chair (these things have all happened). Bad choices.
Gymnastics should hopefully help fine-tune his tumbling/furniture-diving skills to minimize injury. :)
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On the way to camp/school the other day, Lewis noticed a man using a weed whacker along the side of the road:
Lewis: That guy was working?
Me: Yes.
Lewis: He was using a weed whacker.
Me: Yes, he was.
Lewis: I want to use a weed whacker ONE DAY when I grow up.
Me: Oh, I bet you will use one at your house, just like Dada does.
Lewis: At my house?
Me: Yes, one day you will grow up and get a job and a car and your very own house. And you'll have to do things to take care of it, like mow the yard and take your dogs for a walk.
Lewis: I'M GOING TO GET TWO BABY DOGGIES!
Me: You are, are you?
Lewis: Ohhh, they're going to be so cute. (as he fake snuggles his future/imaginary puppies) I'm going to get TWO of them, and I'm going to get TWO CAR SEATS, and I'm going to take them TO THE ZOO!
He's got plans, yes, he does. :) My sweet boy.
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On the way home from school the other day, Lewis noticed a neighborhood across the street from his school and started talking about it:
Lew: What's down that road, Mama?
Me: Oh, it's a neighborhood. Where people live.
Lew: Some of my teachers live over there. And my boys. And ME!
Me: Oh, really?
Lew: Yea, there are BIGGER houses over there. We need a BIGGER house. Our house is too small. Our KITCHEN is too small. We need a BIGGER KITCHEN!
:)
Gee, I wonder where he got that idea? ;) I may or may not have
Also, between moving/relocating things from the office/guest room, getting things ready for Lewis to move to his new room, and pulling things out of the very full storage room for the baby, things have been a bit crazy all over the house. Piles o' stuff everywhere. Kevin informed me that almost 8 mos. pregnant is NOT a good time to think about moving (he's always so rational), so I will keep plugging along at bringing order back to the house.
And daydreaming about that house with a bigger kitchen...
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Lewis the Truest, Volume XII
Lew has a stool in the kitchen that he uses to get in the cabinets (for snacks) or to stand and watch/help me cook. The other day, he'd turned it around to sit on it to watch me make dinner. When he tried to step off of it, he semi-fell down (since it was turned around, with no step to step on to). In what have to be his teacher's (Kathleen) words, he said:
Lew: That was not ideal!
I totally lost it. He has also been saying 'That was close' and 'That was a close one,' which I think he picked up from her, too. Cracks me up.
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I can't remember if I've shared this or not, but, for a while now, Lewis has been saying how he wants to ride on certain vehicles with me one day. Not now, but 'one day.'
Lewis: I want to ride a _________ with YOU one day, Mama.
Fill in the blank with tractor, school bus, airplane, fire truck, etc.
Lew: I want to ride a snowplow one day with you, Mama. I'll ride a blue one, and you ride a pink one. That's your favorite color!
Me: Oh, it is? Pink is my favorite color?
Lew: Yes. Pink is your favorite color.
Me: Ok.
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While Lewis was spending the day/night with Gma and Gpa T. a few weeks ago, they visited a playground. When it was time to go, Lewis said:
Lewis: I want to play for THREE more minutes!
I guess I've given him a time limit enough times that he thinks '3 more minutes' is just about the right amount of time to play. ;) He was just saying 'a few more minutes,' so that was the first time he has put a specific number on it.
Also, if I'm giving him a snack, he'll either say he wants THREE pieces (for a normal amount) or FIVE pieces (if he wants a lot of something)--still working on just how much (or little) that really is. It's adorable.
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He has a little handheld fan/light-up Lightning McQueen toy that had stopped working and just needed new batteries. Once it was up and running again, he was so amused by it. He walked it around, showing it to me and Kevin so we could feel the air blow on our faces and see the lights, and he said/did a couple of really cute things in doing so:
Lewis: Oh, LIIIIIGHTS! (as he was holding it right up to his face, staring at the lights)
Lewis: Look at this, Mama. (showing me the fan/light show, up close)
Lewis: Look at this, Dada. (same show for Kevin)
Lewis: Look at this, Freezer. (as we walked over to show it to the freezer/refrigerator)
:)
Lew: That was not ideal!
I totally lost it. He has also been saying 'That was close' and 'That was a close one,' which I think he picked up from her, too. Cracks me up.
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I can't remember if I've shared this or not, but, for a while now, Lewis has been saying how he wants to ride on certain vehicles with me one day. Not now, but 'one day.'
Lewis: I want to ride a _________ with YOU one day, Mama.
Fill in the blank with tractor, school bus, airplane, fire truck, etc.
Lew: I want to ride a snowplow one day with you, Mama. I'll ride a blue one, and you ride a pink one. That's your favorite color!
Me: Oh, it is? Pink is my favorite color?
Lew: Yes. Pink is your favorite color.
Me: Ok.
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While Lewis was spending the day/night with Gma and Gpa T. a few weeks ago, they visited a playground. When it was time to go, Lewis said:
Lewis: I want to play for THREE more minutes!
I guess I've given him a time limit enough times that he thinks '3 more minutes' is just about the right amount of time to play. ;) He was just saying 'a few more minutes,' so that was the first time he has put a specific number on it.
Also, if I'm giving him a snack, he'll either say he wants THREE pieces (for a normal amount) or FIVE pieces (if he wants a lot of something)--still working on just how much (or little) that really is. It's adorable.
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He has a little handheld fan/light-up Lightning McQueen toy that had stopped working and just needed new batteries. Once it was up and running again, he was so amused by it. He walked it around, showing it to me and Kevin so we could feel the air blow on our faces and see the lights, and he said/did a couple of really cute things in doing so:
Lewis: Oh, LIIIIIGHTS! (as he was holding it right up to his face, staring at the lights)
Lewis: Look at this, Mama. (showing me the fan/light show, up close)
Lewis: Look at this, Dada. (same show for Kevin)
Lewis: Look at this, Freezer. (as we walked over to show it to the freezer/refrigerator)
:)
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Lewis the Truest, Vol. XI
At Kroger the other day, we walked past an end cap with some crackers that I spotted but didn't slow down for. (Lewis has a bit of a cracker problem.) I wasn't sure if he saw them, but then he said:
Lew: Well, it's my lucky day! They have cheesy crackers!
I said something like, 'Oh, yeah?' and just kept walking. :) I laughed so hard at him saying it was his lucky day because that's totally something I would say.
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He still sits and straps himself into his booster seat at home for most meals. We brought up a booster from the basement recently without straps, which he's tried a few times, but he seems to default to being buckled in. The first time he tried out the new seat, this is what he said:
Mama: So, how is it?
Lewis: It's comfy on my butt.
:) It is very soft and cushy compared to his usual one (the hard plastic that came with his high chair).
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At my parents' house (while the Bergstroms were in town), I took Lewis to potty before bedtime. In between the potty and putting on his PJs, he wanted to go say goodnight to Juni. He also happened to be naked, which I didn't think much about since it would just be a brief goodnight. BUT, Juni was outside looking for lightning bugs, so a quick hug turned into 15 minutes of running around naked and looking for lightning bugs. Lew didn't seem to mind/realize that he wasn't wearing any clothes and just carried on like usual, so I didn't tell him otherwise (it was the backyard, after all). :) As Mom, Dad, Emily, and I were standing and talking/laughing, Lewis walked over to a tree in the backyard, and I knew what was coming:
Lewis: *ssssss* Look, Mama, I peed on the tree!
Me: Oh, you did, did you?
Lewis: Come see it, Mama!
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He's been really into singing lately. Over the past few weeks, we've heard him in his room, singing Mumford & Sons (I Will Wait) and Tom Petty (Free Fallin'). He and Juniper broke out into Katy Perry (Roar) at breakfast the other day. Lately in the car, he's been chiming in to what is playing on the radio. Here are a few things he's said:
Lew: LOUDER!
(duh, when he wants me to turn up the volume)
Lew: That's my song!
(to a song he really likes)
Lew: Where's that song I like?
(when nothing is on, and I'm scanning to find something he knows)
He was singing along in the car yesterday to Pharell (Happy), and asked us to turn it up for a few other songs. It's pretty fun to hear him sing and to hear what he likes.
Lew: Well, it's my lucky day! They have cheesy crackers!
I said something like, 'Oh, yeah?' and just kept walking. :) I laughed so hard at him saying it was his lucky day because that's totally something I would say.
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He still sits and straps himself into his booster seat at home for most meals. We brought up a booster from the basement recently without straps, which he's tried a few times, but he seems to default to being buckled in. The first time he tried out the new seat, this is what he said:
Mama: So, how is it?
Lewis: It's comfy on my butt.
:) It is very soft and cushy compared to his usual one (the hard plastic that came with his high chair).
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At my parents' house (while the Bergstroms were in town), I took Lewis to potty before bedtime. In between the potty and putting on his PJs, he wanted to go say goodnight to Juni. He also happened to be naked, which I didn't think much about since it would just be a brief goodnight. BUT, Juni was outside looking for lightning bugs, so a quick hug turned into 15 minutes of running around naked and looking for lightning bugs. Lew didn't seem to mind/realize that he wasn't wearing any clothes and just carried on like usual, so I didn't tell him otherwise (it was the backyard, after all). :) As Mom, Dad, Emily, and I were standing and talking/laughing, Lewis walked over to a tree in the backyard, and I knew what was coming:
Lewis: *ssssss* Look, Mama, I peed on the tree!
Me: Oh, you did, did you?
Lewis: Come see it, Mama!
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He's been really into singing lately. Over the past few weeks, we've heard him in his room, singing Mumford & Sons (I Will Wait) and Tom Petty (Free Fallin'). He and Juniper broke out into Katy Perry (Roar) at breakfast the other day. Lately in the car, he's been chiming in to what is playing on the radio. Here are a few things he's said:
Lew: LOUDER!
(duh, when he wants me to turn up the volume)
Lew: That's my song!
(to a song he really likes)
Lew: Where's that song I like?
(when nothing is on, and I'm scanning to find something he knows)
He was singing along in the car yesterday to Pharell (Happy), and asked us to turn it up for a few other songs. It's pretty fun to hear him sing and to hear what he likes.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Lewis the Truest, Part X
The night before leaving for 4th of July, Kevin had to work late (11pm?!). I was in the kitchen, listening to Pandora and prepping food for the cookouts. Just when I thought Lewis might be asleep, I heard something very loud and clear, in the sweetest southern accent (all the 'I's were looong):
Lew: LIFE IS A HIGHWAY, I WANT TO RIDE IT ALL NIGHT LONG!
He repeated it a few times, clear as can be, and then he was silent and fell asleep. I was totally cracking up and had to call Kevin to tell him. I think we had watched Cars that day for the umpteenth time (and that song is in that movie), but I've never once heard him sing it aloud before. It was too cute. :) He wouldn't sing it for Kevin the next day, but finally the other night, he sang a little of it for him as we were getting ready for bed.
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As we got to the exit for my parents' house, Hattie started to whimper in her crate. (She 'knows' and gets excited when we get off the interstate and onto an exit.)
Lewis: It's okay, Baby Girl. We're almost there, Baby Girl.
:) He has many nicknames for her--Baby Girl, Hattie Boo, Hattie Roo, Pretty Girl, to name a few. He loves the dogs so much (as they do him, most of the time).
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We hit up the playground one morning while in New Castle. Lewis went down the slide and kind of missed a step and ended up on his butt about halfway down (it was short, but steep). He's been really into me kissing boo-boos to make them feel better the last week or so. He got up from the slide and said:
Lewis: Kiss my butt. Kiss my butt, mama.
:) And there, on the playground, Mama kissed his butt, and he said, 'It feels better.'
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Also at the playground, there were some overly social squirrels that kept coming close to us. He walked over to one and said:
Lew: Hi, Squirrely. My name is Lewis!
Unfortunately we were the only people at the playground until it was almost time to go, so I think he was just looking for a friend to play with. :)
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I almost forgot about this one! I wasn't there to see it, but while Lewis was staying with Grandma and Grandpa T. a few weeks ago, Grandma took off his shorts/underwear (or swim trunks, I forget) in the backyard. He apparently squatted in the yard, peed, and said:
Lew: I'm peeing like a dog!
Lew: LIFE IS A HIGHWAY, I WANT TO RIDE IT ALL NIGHT LONG!
He repeated it a few times, clear as can be, and then he was silent and fell asleep. I was totally cracking up and had to call Kevin to tell him. I think we had watched Cars that day for the umpteenth time (and that song is in that movie), but I've never once heard him sing it aloud before. It was too cute. :) He wouldn't sing it for Kevin the next day, but finally the other night, he sang a little of it for him as we were getting ready for bed.
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As we got to the exit for my parents' house, Hattie started to whimper in her crate. (She 'knows' and gets excited when we get off the interstate and onto an exit.)
Lewis: It's okay, Baby Girl. We're almost there, Baby Girl.
:) He has many nicknames for her--Baby Girl, Hattie Boo, Hattie Roo, Pretty Girl, to name a few. He loves the dogs so much (as they do him, most of the time).
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We hit up the playground one morning while in New Castle. Lewis went down the slide and kind of missed a step and ended up on his butt about halfway down (it was short, but steep). He's been really into me kissing boo-boos to make them feel better the last week or so. He got up from the slide and said:
Lewis: Kiss my butt. Kiss my butt, mama.
:) And there, on the playground, Mama kissed his butt, and he said, 'It feels better.'
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Also at the playground, there were some overly social squirrels that kept coming close to us. He walked over to one and said:
Lew: Hi, Squirrely. My name is Lewis!
Unfortunately we were the only people at the playground until it was almost time to go, so I think he was just looking for a friend to play with. :)
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I almost forgot about this one! I wasn't there to see it, but while Lewis was staying with Grandma and Grandpa T. a few weeks ago, Grandma took off his shorts/underwear (or swim trunks, I forget) in the backyard. He apparently squatted in the yard, peed, and said:
Lew: I'm peeing like a dog!
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Lewis the Truest, Part IX
We all did a lot of napping on vacation. Lewis woke up from his one day while I was still sort of asleep, and as Lewis and Kevin were talking, this is what I heard:
Lew: I want to go to the pool.
Kevin: Ok. Let's wait for Mama to wake up.
Lew: Ok. MAMA, I'M WAITING FOR YOU TO WAKE UP, MOMMY! (Like, right by my face.)
Thanks, buddy. I couldn't help but laugh (and get up!).
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Of course we stopped at a lot of travel plazas and rest stops along the way to vacation. At one, Lewis was walking around the aisles (looking for toys) and said:
Lewis: Look at all these cars! HOLY MOLY!
:)
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On the way down, we stayed overnight in a hotel. Kevin buckled Lewis in his seat while I finished loading up the car to head on to the beach, and apparently I wasn't moving fast enough for Lewis:
Lew: Wait, Mama! We're leaving you!
Gee, I don't know where he gets his impatience. :) And I have only told him I'm leaving him a few times.
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In the pool, the nice brother-sister that Lew met asked him his favorite food:
Lewis: Quesadilla at Moe's.
Very specific! :) He does really like to go there. It probably has something to do with the cookie that comes with his kids' meal. And the tortilla chips.
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On the drive home (June 21), we were talking about the summer solstice and Uncle Joe and Auntie Schwee's wedding anniversary. Kevin mentioned that my birthday was in six months (December 21). And we told him that Dad's birthday was in a few weeks (July 6):
Kevin: What should we get Mama for her birthday?
Lewis: (instantly) A TRACTOR.
Mama: What should we get Dad for his birthday?
Lewis: (instantly) A BIG FIRE TRUCK.
(break for giggling)
Lewis: Are we having a party? At our house?
Kevin/Mama: Maybe we'll have a little party, with just us. How about some cake?
The next morning, after we were home, Kevin and Lewis were playing in the basement. Without any mention or prompting, Lewis brought one of his fire trucks over to Kevin and said:
Lew: Here's your fire truck, Daddy.
And he is officially the sweetest boy in the world. :)
Lew: I want to go to the pool.
Kevin: Ok. Let's wait for Mama to wake up.
Lew: Ok. MAMA, I'M WAITING FOR YOU TO WAKE UP, MOMMY! (Like, right by my face.)
Thanks, buddy. I couldn't help but laugh (and get up!).
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Of course we stopped at a lot of travel plazas and rest stops along the way to vacation. At one, Lewis was walking around the aisles (looking for toys) and said:
Lewis: Look at all these cars! HOLY MOLY!
:)
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On the way down, we stayed overnight in a hotel. Kevin buckled Lewis in his seat while I finished loading up the car to head on to the beach, and apparently I wasn't moving fast enough for Lewis:
Lew: Wait, Mama! We're leaving you!
Gee, I don't know where he gets his impatience. :) And I have only told him I'm leaving him a few times.
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In the pool, the nice brother-sister that Lew met asked him his favorite food:
Lewis: Quesadilla at Moe's.
Very specific! :) He does really like to go there. It probably has something to do with the cookie that comes with his kids' meal. And the tortilla chips.
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On the drive home (June 21), we were talking about the summer solstice and Uncle Joe and Auntie Schwee's wedding anniversary. Kevin mentioned that my birthday was in six months (December 21). And we told him that Dad's birthday was in a few weeks (July 6):
Kevin: What should we get Mama for her birthday?
Lewis: (instantly) A TRACTOR.
Mama: What should we get Dad for his birthday?
Lewis: (instantly) A BIG FIRE TRUCK.
(break for giggling)
Lewis: Are we having a party? At our house?
Kevin/Mama: Maybe we'll have a little party, with just us. How about some cake?
The next morning, after we were home, Kevin and Lewis were playing in the basement. Without any mention or prompting, Lewis brought one of his fire trucks over to Kevin and said:
Lew: Here's your fire truck, Daddy.
And he is officially the sweetest boy in the world. :)
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