Taking the Scenic Route

Some Zane cuteness

While grocery shopping, we were going past the bakery area and there was a cart standing there full of cookies.  We happened to stop near the cart.  When we got ready to move on, Zane wouldn’t push our cart anymore, but insisted on bringing the million cookie cart with him.  He was so determined it was really cute.  However, he wasn’t impressed with leaving it there until Zach pointed out that we had put some cookies in our cart, at which point Zane started jumping up and down shouting “Cookies!  Cookies!”  hee hee.  We almost never get cookies, but they were on a really good sale and looked so yummy. 

When leaving the grocery store we followed our normal routine…Zach straps Zane in to the car seat while I return the cart.  Zach finished, got behind the wheel and turned the car on.  At this point Zane started going nuts, screaming “Mama” desperately until he saw that I was coming back and they weren’t leaving me there.  I guess he really has the “Mama” thing down for good now. 

We have had multiple tantrums the last few days over, of all things, eggs.  He will dig in the fridge and bring me eggs, either the whole package, or individually in his hands, even if I am in a different room.  (nothing like being handed eggs while going to the bathroom )  He is fascinated with the process of making eggs and keeps wanting to crack them and help cook them.  (we have had a few eggs cracked on the floor in his over enthusiasm).  He insists on holding the spatula and is doing a lot better at being aware of the pan.  Hopefully he will learn the process without any burns…it makes me a little crazy to have him help me, but it is important to me that he learns and he seems very interested in it.  The main problem is that he will only eat the egg pieces (cutting them up) that have a dab of hot sauce on them….so if I want him to eat all the eggs, I have to carefully dab hot sauce strategically over the egg so he gets some in every bite.    I just do not understand his love of hot sauce.  That certainly did not, under any circumstance, come from me.  As soon as he has eaten the eggs with hot sauce dabs, he wants another egg.  Or, as soon as he gets full, he wants another egg.  When I explained that he had to eat all his egg to make another he literally threw himself on the floor in a kicking screaming tantrum.  over eggs.  it was something.  (and no, he didn’t get any more eggs after the tantrum)

He is having some pronunciation issues.  Sometimes “s” sounds like “f”, and ”sh” sounds like “ch”  if said enthusiastically…as in “socks and shoes!”  (meaning we are going someplace)  and it comes out “f-cks and chews”  Sometimes “tr”, as in truck, sounds like an “f” too…kind of a bad one when you see trucks all over the place.  It could be much, much worse…like the MDC poster who said her daughters word for finger sounds a lot like the bad word for an African American starting with a “N”.

He came in to where I was in the living room after being back in his bedroom for a while and I asked him “how’s your diaper”, not expecting an answer…just a way to warn him I am going to be checking his diaper.  He looks up at me and goes “tinky”  I go “stinky, huh?”…look…and declare “yup, that sure is a stinky diaper”.  lol.  It was the first time he has ever acknowledged that he pooped verbally….big step for us.