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Sunday, November 17th, 2013
3 years old.
For your last two birthdays, Mommy and I didn’t keep things simple.
We combined both friends and family to have an official birthday party, each time.
Even though our “family life” is so much more stabilized and easier than it was for the past two years, without giving it much thought, perhaps by default, Mommy and I decided to have a purposesly low key (!) birthday party for you.
So we did things a bit off beat…
First, on Saturday, the morning of your birthday, we had your first and best friend over, with her parents.
As this picture collage that Sophie’s parents made illustrates, you two had plenty of unscripted fun.
My favorite part to witness was when Sophie suggested, “Come on, Jack. Let’s go upstairs!”
So we all trekked up to your boy cave.
I’ve mentioned before, we have the top half of a rockasan in your bedroom that serves as a “boat.” You and Sophie had a great time giving each other rides in it.
And somehow, even though I was only feet away, I missed the moment when Sophie ended up with the toy basket on top of her head.
Of course, after lunch, both of you were in need of a nap, so the celebration came to an end, but not before we all had some of Mommy’s yummy vegan cupcakes!
After Sophie left, we aimed for a nap, which I think ended up turning into us watching part of Monsters, Inc. that Sophie got for you. (You now own your first Disney movie!)
Then later in the afternoon, we had two more of your friends up with their parents, and essentially repeated what happened earlier that day.
It wasn’t until just now, as I put these pictures together, that I realized only girls came to your birthday party.
(Your friend Troy was out of town and couldn’t make it, by the way.)
So it made it that much funnier that in the goody bags we gave to them, each friend received a Hot Wheels pick-up truck.
Yes, and that’s pretty much your 3rd birthday party. Of course, we’re going to spend next weekend with my family to celebrate your birthday with them… and I have a special surprise being shipped in from Atlanta… or I should say, driven in…
You’ll see what I mean in a couple days!
(Plus, I just have a feeling that to be so mellow about your 3rd birthday party, we will end up making up for it with your 4th birthday party.)
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Wednesday, September 25th, 2013
2 years, 10 months.
Now realizing that you have an understanding of what Angry Birds are and because I’m finding myself very entertained these days by your random answers, I asked you a loaded question:
Are Angry Birds mean?
“They were mean, but Lightning McQueen said, ‘It’s okay!’ And Mater said that too…”.
When you quoted Lightning McQueen, it was in falsetto; which is always great.
Not only do you make up answers to weird questions I ask you, but here lately you have begun a hobby of making up words.
This past weekend, your great-uncle Al, who you call “Uncle Owl,” gave you a 5 pack of Hot Wheels cars.
Needless to say, you loved your gift.
Later, as he was leaving, you ran up to him and announced:
“Thanks for the Poagleys!”
I’m assuming “Poagleys” is a proper noun? Maybe it’s “poaglies” instead…
But after all, you’re the one who made up the word.
Another way you use made-up words is to censor yourself, to avoid getting in trouble:
“I don’t like… booshkahs… right now! No way, Daddy!”
What you really want to say is, “I don’t like you right now!”
Instead, in that moment, “booshkahs,” keeps you clean. It works; though I totally know what you’re doing.
It reminds me of the word “smurf.” It can be used as a verb, a noun, an adjective… pretty much any part of speech.
I wish I could just make up stuff when I either didn’t know what to say or knew what I wanted to say but knew better.
Well, I guess I could… but somehow in the adult world I have to participate in, I think that would just confuse people too much and ultimately proof ineffective.
As for you, you’re nearly 3 years old. At least you’ve got a good excuse.
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Sunday, September 23rd, 2012
My wife and I joke about the fact we hardly ever by our son any new toys.
He has six caddies full of toys that mainly consist of gifts A) from his birthday party nearly a year ago and B) from when he was first born nearly two years ago.
Between his regular daycare and his church daycare and his friends’ toys when he has play dates, Jack has daily access to several toy communities.
For the past couple of months now, Jack has had the same amount of love in his heart for fire trucks as Elmo, which is saying a lot.
The flames of his fascination are flamed even more every day at his daycare, which happens to be located right across the street from the local fire station.
Jack can do a pretty incredible impression of a fire truck by now.
I’ll be driving him home and from the back seat I’ll hear, “Wwwwhheeeaaahhhllllwwwhhh!”
(Yes, that’s the official spelling of the sound of a fire engine.)
However, it was only just today that we finally got him his very own fire truck. You’d think it be pretty easy to find a Matchbox or Hot Wheels fire truck, but no…
Either you pay at least 7 bucks for a goofy, cartoonish-looking one, or you pay at least $25 for a giant fire truck that your son wouldn’t be able to carry around with him everywhere he goes.
Well fortunately, we were able to find the right sized and the right priced fire engine truck today at Walmart. It’s made by a brand called Maisto and the thing only cost 72 cents!
Now granted, Jack’s new fire truck is also unintentionally (?) a lowrider. And it could also pass for some weird tank thing if the ladder were a canon instead.
But hey, Jack couldn’t be more excited! All he knows is, he finally has his very own fire truck.
He is so proud of it.
When he got home, he lined it up as the leader of a parade consisting of his two Thomas the Train cars and two of my old Stomper cars from McDonald’s Happy Meals back in 1985.
Oh, and a horse and a goat. They were also part of the joyous celebration.
With Jack’s 2nd birthday coming up on November 16th, I know my parents have already hinted that they got him a real fire truck toy.
I imagine it is the kind he can roll around on the floor with the big Tonka truck they got Jack for his birthday last year.
He will be so excited to get it, too; I’m sure of it.
Something he’s been doing here recently is when he has both a small and large version of toy, one becomes the baby and the other becomes the Dada.
In other words, today we bought Jack his “baby fire truck.” His “Dada fire truck” will be arriving within the next 60 days.
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Tuesday, May 1st, 2012
If it has wheels, Jack has to get his hands on it. And when he does, he always imitates a motor sound: “Vvvrroooo…”. Not to mention the sounds of screeching tires every couple of seconds.
But where did he learn this? Not from me.
The first time he picked up a toy with wheels and rolled it across the floor, he knew to make motor sounds. It was as if that knowledge were incepted into his brain.
Sure, it’s very possible he learned to do this at daycare.
However, my wife has talked to other fellow moms whose sons don’t attend daycare and still made “car sounds” the moment they started playing with their first toy car.
So I wonder: Do all little boys naturally know to make car sounds?
A couple of weekends ago, we were at Walmart (which for us, is extremely rare and random) and Jack started running toward a toy display. Without hesitation, he picked up a black and burgundy street racer; the kind of car you’d see featured on The Fast And The Furious 7 or whatever sequel they’re up to now.
“You want that car, Jack? That’s a cool-looking one.” I looked at the “roll back” price of 88 cents. “Yeah son, we’ll get you that car.”
Jill and I both seemed to have this fun parenting moment as we headed over to the check-out counter and realized, “Hey, our boy likes cars now. We’re officially at that stage.”
As you can see in the picture below, he’s really proud of his very first Hot Wheels car.
He dines with it: One hand holds the spoon while the other holds the toy car. He takes it with him whenever we leave the house. He even sleeps with it; clenched tightly in his hand, next to Elmo.
It’s amazing how many “battle scars” that car already has on it. You would think he ran it through gravels, the way the paint is already etching off.
If I’m lucky, by Christmas he’ll be ready for one of those awesome Hot Wheels racing tracks where we can find out which of his cars are really the fastest and the most furious.
Naturally, car sounds will be made by both father and son.
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