Eitan: “Mama can I ask you something?”
Mama: “Sure”
Eitan: “That man in the [other] car was lighting a candle …. in his mouth”
Eitan: “Mama can I ask you something?”
Mama: “Sure”
Eitan: “That man in the [other] car was lighting a candle …. in his mouth”
Eitan: “Mut”
At least he’s drinking it now!
Dada: “I love you to the edge of the universe and back, Eitan”
Eitan: “I love you to Connecticut and back! In a rainstorm!”
This morning, while we’re rushing to get out the door for the long drive from Sudbury to Newton, Eitan asks if he can do some painting. He is also wearing his new superhero cape. I respond, “I’m sorry but that requires too much supervision right now.”
Eitan replies, “But I have super-vision!”
Eitan is playing with Duplos and building a very tall tower. It suddenly falls down and Dada asks “you okay, bud?”
Eitan replies, “I’m okay, but the tower is not!”
So true!
Mama and Dada are talking about the renovation in the car. Apparently, Eitan didn’t love this topic and yelled “Can you stop TALKING?”
We stopped talking.
Approximately three seconds later, we hear from the backseat, “Can you talk about me?”
So it’s really not the talking, just the topic wasn’t acceptable.
I didn’t realize how frequently I say certain things until Eitan started to repeat them. For example, Eitan went to pee recently and Rich went with him. I hear him sit down on his potty and say to Rich, in a very serious manner, “SO, Dada”
Eitan was in his car seat. Suddenly we hear him yell out “I can’t see my own nose!”
I turned around. His eyes were crossed, and his face was screwed up in concentration. Some things are just too difficult, I guess.
You know you added the cutesy “y” sound on the end of too many words when your child refers to one of his bathroom toys as “Octopussy”.
I just put in a new Havdalah candle. During our first time using it, Eitan burst out: “The skyscraper is on fire!”