Captain Adventure’s talking is coming along pretty darned well. His teachers have mentioned that he is talking almost non-stop in class, to the point where they are torn because on the one hand, HE’S TALKING, YAY! On the other…he’s talking during story time, cleaning time, circle time, ANY TIME! They should be shushing him, but the change is so dramatic and positive they don’t want to do so.
I have a big exercise ball. The Denizens, obviously, think it is the coolest toy, ever. I frequently descend on them saying, “Hey! No throwing that ball! It is not a toy!!”
This morning, Captain Adventure has been “helping” me with every single thing I do. He’s been in my bedroom, and he got hold of the ball. He was rolling it up and down the hall (it’s bigger than he is!) and so forth.
Then he threw it down the stairs.
I turned. I opened my mouth to say it.
He looked at me with a wicked little twinkle in his eye and shouted, “Hey! No throwing dat ball! OK, mommy?”
I haven’t laughed this hard in a long, long time.
NASA, Cocoa Beach and points north
2 months ago