New Bed = More Ways to Make Mess

"I knows I not spoda been on here..."

"Ehh... what the Warden don't know can't kill him, right?"

He thought that was the funniest thing ever! Sadly, I took it away before he could shoot his eyeball out.

Franklin is suddenly interested in reading. He will sit down and 'read' anything with printing on it to himself, and has found every book in the house that features pigs. He loves the pig sound.

When I get a minute to sit down, Ankie waddles over dragging a pig book, oinking his little lungs out. He climbs up onto my lap, opens the book and points to pigs and ducks. "Oink Oink, Kak Kak!"

He knows that he gets to read his favorite pig book before naps and bed, and as I carry him down the hall to his room at the end of the day he starts oinking and kacking in anticipation!


In other news... we tried putting the Sons of Pickering in the same room, and that experiment has failed for the time being.

We are, after all, dealing with the grandson of the man who uses his grandfather's clothes line. Love of change is just not in the genes. A new bed and a new room were just too much for George to handle all at once. The new shadows ('dey are BAD Shadows Muh!'), new roommate (Ankie makin' noise AGAIN Muh!') and new bed (NOOO I want mine TALL crib bed!') were all very distressing. He also insisted that Ankie NEEDED the light on to sleep better, and what better excuse for getting out of bed could there be? Just doing his good deed for the day, right? Ankie didn't seem to think the light much good at all, and would wake up howling in confusion. It was not a happy time.

So we moved the furniture around and George has adjusted to his big boy bed quite nicely. We'll try the new room again in a few weeks. Here is George, moping because I made him clean up his own room. "You not take picture of me now. I am sad."

It WAS a lot to clean for a three year old. I made the mistake of leaving all the toys in his room, and not blocking the closet doors. By morning there wasn't room to walk without stepping on something or other. The toy box has shifted to Franklin's room, the beds now block the closet, and now the morning tidy up is a breeze.

Quiet week again. Not much going on. The last two days we've spent at the pool. Now that George can swim, it's safe to take them by myself. The boys are loving this new way of burning energy. George is even jumping into the water and holding his breath to go under now! I am amazed at how quickly he's progressing!

Stories:

George decided that his bed was a CAPTAIN's bed. He marched into the kitchen with a bundle of keys and a fishing pole and yelled "I'm a captain with lots of CAPTAIN things!"

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On the morning after his first night in the big boy bed, Mummah's stunned reaction to the state of the Captian's quarters prompted him to wag his finger at his Curious George doll and say "Oooh... Look at aw da mess George Monkey made!"

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Yesterday George's approval rating dropped signifcantly in polls of local Mummah's when he announced that he would be Huckle Cat, Ankie could be Lowly Worm, and Muh was "Hiyo-da". Hilda is, as Richard Scarry fans know, a HIPPOTAMUS.

However, his numbers began to rally this morning when, after serious reflection, he informed me that the lady on the Sunmaid Raisin box was his mommy. "Dat you Muh! You be so pretty wif your bonnet!" He got a few extra raisins for that one.

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"Daddy have flag! I have sword! We be playing GUNS!"
Classic.

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Franklin was busily emptying my pan cupboard. George was sitting in my round casserole dish, spinning himself and singing "Sit in da paaaan, Sit in da paaaan..."

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While running about to day George randomly grabbed as stick and started hoeing in the dirt. This is normal. What is not so normal is the reason he gave: "I scratchin' the dirt Muh! It tell me to scratch them. The grass can grow dere now."

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Several weeks ago we had a church picnic, and at that picnic was a huge water slide. I know that George played in it, but I never have found out if he actually went down the slide or not. I've asked him directly and he would niether confirm nor deny it. Tonight the truth came out while we were praying together at bedtime.

me: "And Lord we thank you that-"

GB: "And make me get big and strong so I can climb up rope and slide down in da water like other people. And not be scared of go down like other people. Amen."

I finished praying and then asked him if anyone had helped him get to the top to go down the slide. "Yes, dey helped me. But I too scared go down. Den Mister Hope got me out. Manny not scared. He goed down in da water. I too little do that like Manny."

Aw... my poor little one was apparently ashamed of being scared! We prayed that God would help him grow bigger and not be scared to go on the slide next year. I told him that everyone has something they're afraid of, and when he is afraid he can always trust in Jesus to help him be brave. He seemed visibly relieved, and said he would not be scared next time.

We shall see... what does one do or say to things like that? I'm not sure... wish I knew!!!