Time-Ows gone awry
We've left that nice cozy stage of parenthood in which you merely provide basic needs and entered the real 'test' of courage -- the toddler years. With the graduation to the next phase of our little family comes the requirement for some ground rules and discipline. In Logan's case this means we do a lot of work on two areas - No swimming in the dog's water bowl and no biting.He doesn't bite often or many different people. He namely chews on me and mostly when he's teething badly. Lately he'll smile and announce he's going to do so "Bite!" he'll say and then gather a bunch of extra sweater fabric between his teeth. In return, I pick him up, carry him to a corner and hold him facing away from me for a 10-15 second time out. He hates it. He cries. He complains. When time is up he goes on to something other using me as a teething ring.
This afternoon he again announced "bite!" and was about to chomp down on my shoulder. I pulled him away from me and said "Logan, what happens when we bite?"
"Time ow?" he said and glared at me. "No Time ow!" He also, however, gave up trying to chew on me. So here I think we've accomplished a wonderful thing.
Later in the day we went to Gram and Papa's to celebrate Bruce and PaPa's birthday's (today and Tuesday respectively.) While there, Logan decided that Sydney's bowl, albeit smaller than Tasha's, was also splash worthy. He dove in with one little hand and had a field day. Until Daddy saw him doing it. Up Logan went and down into a corner for a Time-out. He complained about it. Then he ran from the spot. . . . . . .only to arrive in a new corner where he turned around, stepped back until his very straight spine was pressed firmly against the cabinet and he called out "TIME OW!"
He did this again later in the evening as well. Two self-inflicted time-outs. Drat.
My buddy the train
As noted previously, Logan loves his trains. In fact we can no longer leave the house without something train-like. He's got a small collection for now (a much larger one will arrive at Christmas!) Among his current bounty, however, is Thomas the Train. Now, one must note that the man that mows Gram's lawn is named "Tommy." Seems Logan has made the name connection already. When told the train's name for the first time, Logan looked at it, smiled and called out "Tommy!" And so now that's what he is in our house . . .Tommy Tane. (aka Train.)
Speaking of Trains
On two of our recent library trips we brought home a Thomas & Friends video. This was something that ran in our house on what started to feel a constant loop. Not that we sat in front of it all day by any means, but if I dared turn it off when Logan left the room to play elsewhere, he'd come back running and yelling "TANE!!!!!!!" And so, more often than not, Trains were tooting along our screen.
One afternoon, however, I dared watch Oprah instead. Imagine the nerve it took to do that! As Oprah was wrapping up, Logan started to ask for his video.
Me - No Logan, I'm watching something. You'll have to wait.
Logan - TANE! PEEZ!!!
Me - Not yet. In 5 minutes. When you see the credits roll you can go to the chair and I'll put Tommy on.
Logan - Tanes! Tanes! Tommy! Tanes! Salty! Tanes!
Me - Almost.
And then Oprah goes off. I, apparently not moving fast enough, couldn't get to the clicker before Logan has it in two hands, pointing it at the TV from the middle of the living room and frantically waving it as if just moving the thing will conjure up the proper image.
Me - No, Honey, here, let me have it. I'll put it on for you.
He didn't even let me have the chance. Logan dropped the clicker on the floor, marched himself to the entertainment center. Standing on his little tip-toes, he reached up - one finger extended - and pressed play on the VCR itself. He settled back onto his feet, his head tilted up towards the screen. Then he plopped down on his butt as he said "Sit!"
The opening credits fade and the Trains appear. "Tommy! Tanes!" he sighed and then he clapped for himself. ;)
My ham
Many, many moons ago Logan showed his dramatic flair and show-off-ability by chirping "CHEEZ!" and posing for the still-camera every time he saw it. Friday however, he hammed it up for the camcorder. Now first things first - Logan LOVES the camcorder. He loves it because we can swivel around the side viewer and he can watch himself. Each time he sees that camera he'll call out "BABY!"
Friday was no different. Friday I was taking a photo of him playing the Casio keyboard and he started asking to see "baby" in my camera. I explained to him that this wasn't that camera but we could go get the other one. He raced me down the hall. Once he saw the camcorder come out, he ran to the Lay-z-boy chair (saying "Chair! Chair! Chair!" as he did) and started trying to climb up into it. With a little boost, he got up and cuddled down into the seat. Then he turned to the camera, smiled, sighed "Baby" and began to perform. He tossed out everything he could think of - his Puppy impression, the fact that he's cool and he's sure of it. . . everything. So I hit record...and asked him to repeat it all. Some he offered up on his own. Some I had to prompt. The fact remains, however, that at this point, self-esteem is not an issue. ;)
Prayer progress
Ask Logan if he can pray now and he'll smile at you as he clasps his hands together. Then, without prompting he'll say "Gah." [big pause during which sometimes you prompt and sometimes you don't.] "Tank Goo." [another pause which again sometimes you prompt during and sometimes you don't.] He'll then pick whatever/whoever he feels likes being thankful for at the moment. Of course, and I'm sure God's fine with this part too, when Logan's done with his prayer he skips 'Amen' and merely claps for himself. Remember he's modest.
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