Tonight at my Mom's, I asked Z to start cleaning up his toys outside. He climbed onto the chaise lounge and said, "Ok, but I'm just going to lay here and think about my day."
My Mom made a name tag with a string that goes around Z's neck. He calls it his medal. After he had decorated it with stickers and Grammy wrote his name, he said he wanted Harper's name on it too, because "she's my best friend."
Z has been very interested in what all of the traffic and parking signs say. He knows what all of the different colored curbs mean, too. The other day he pointed to a sticker on his three-wheeler and said it was his handicap sign. heh, heh. Well, I've tried to explain what it means, but I guess he just appreciates the close parking?
And some funny words Z has said recently:
> zuppachini (zucchini)
> carnita (granita- an italian sorbet style of ice cream that we made. I just thought that was an ironic pronunciation. Smile.)
> While playing Thomas, Z pointed to a spot and said, "Dat's Downa Mine!" I finally realized he was saying it was the mine which Thomas fell into in one of the stories. The title of the story is "Down A Mine."
> Z put one of his toys on my belly like a stethoscope and said "sumping's wrong with your insects."
Here he is making a train noise while driving this train. He can't seem to do it without closing his eyes. :)
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
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