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!”
Eitan: “When am I going to be 100?”
Mama: “In about 96 years”
Eitan: “Wow that’s a lot of playing to do!”
I was cleaning out a closet and came across the glass Rich broke at our wedding. I showed it to Eitan.
Mama: “Eitan, this is the glass Dada broke at our wedding!”
Eitan: “On no!”
Now you’re getting the hang of it, Nana!
You didn’t follow the rules Nana. You stand over there. Papa-we can play.
Mama: “So how do you make ice cream?”
Eitan: “First you cut up apple and banana real small and mix them up. mix mix mix. then you mush them down and mix.” *accompanied by hand motions of mixing*
Mama: “What next?”
Eitan: “Add cold flavor”
Mama: “Mmm, that sounds yummy. Then what?”
Eitan: “Flour?”
Mama: “You mean sugar?”
Eitan: “Yes, sugar”
The other day we were in the car and Eitan coughed. It certainly didn’t sound concerning so I didn’t even check on him. Then we hear from the back seat in a very small voice:
“fake cough”