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Asmund: You are my favorite daddy! We watch movies, we going to park, we eat, and doing dishes!

Asmund said, Me love my bones in my body. Me love my bones all my life!

From Carrie:

Just caught Asmund trying to "rope" the window unit down the stairs. "Rope"= pull it to the edge by the cord and use that momentum to send it downstairs. Oh my.

Today's bit of sweetness: Dennis left for Newton about an hour ago. Two minutes after he left, Asmund decided we should go on a walk. We set out, the boys barefoot and wielding swords, and within half a block I realize why Asmund wants to go, "We catch Daddy! Daddy this way." I tried to explain that we couldn't catch daddy, "We go faster. Run faster faster faster!!!" When I told him we couldn't outrun a car, "Hum...go to Daddy's office." I tried to explain that daddy wasn't in his office tonight, but after thirty minues of walk, just lured him home with promises of Looney Tunes.

Asmund just informed me that his name is Asmundor. He said Dennis gave him the name.

Asmund and Wystan have been up since 4 and are still going strong. Wy is playing with dice and A is booby trapping the living room with dental floss.

Asmund said, “You have one baby in your tummy.”

Asmund is racing from one end of the block to the other, the long way. At the beginning, I say, “One, two, three, go,” and at the end he jumps up and down shouting, “We win! We win!”

When Asmund asked me for water, Wystan walked into the kitchen and brought back out a glass of water for him.

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From Carrie:

Asmund is growing up! Today as I put him in his car seat he asked me not to pat his bottom--not in the car or outside or going up the stairs etc etc etc. I told him very seriously that I would stop, that he had the right to decide who gets to pat his bottom because that is part of his body. I'm kinda sad--no more baby tush! He's a big kid who's outgrown that!! I'm also pretty excited that I got to...

have an open talk about respecting another person's body, and get to model that for him. As a child who was frequently spanked in the old "pull down your pants and lean over" method, I never felt like I had control over my body. Parents are the people children learn respect from--here's hoping I can give that gift to my kids!

Oh yeah, and Wystan ate a puperoni tonight! He took the bag to Grandma Susan and she thought he wanted to give one to Gabby...no, he absolutely refused to give it to her, and as soon as we gave him a minute, he chomped it. We grabbed it away but that didn't stop him from asking for another. HAHA Carl, I definantly thought of you.

Wystan has started telling secrets. He leans in close, says "ee-kit" and then whispers and grins at you.

This morning's awesomeness:
Asmund: "Daddy, wake up!!"
Dennis: "I want to sleep longer."
Asmund: "It's morning, silly poop!"

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From me:

And the light is not working, and this (toilet) is not working, said Asmund. The bathroom light was off and our water is turned off due to a broken pipe.

From Carrie: Haha! The news just reported about payless that a company called wolverine is managing it and Asmund wigged out!

 

I asked Asmund, "Why can't I be a superhero?" He said, "You don't have wings."

Me want lots of cookies in my tummy!

This morning's awesomeness:
Asmund: "Daddy, wake up!!

Dennis: "I want to sleep longer."
Asmund: "It's morning, silly poop!"

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From Carrie: Watching Dennis teach Asmund to use the typewriter last night, all I could think of was the sense of security and well being Asmund and Wystan will have all their lives from the love of their Dad. I married the best man I know. :)

Nothing like being woken up by "MAMA!! Wipe mine bobbom!!" HAHA!!

 

From Carrie

Asmund is informing Ron that he has a "poop pot" gun. Carl gave his groomsmen nerf guns. We now have two in the house and EVERYTHING is fair game.

More great things

When Asmund and I were heading downstairs while Wystan was sleeping, Asmund wanted to write a note for Wy. He took a pen and paper, and in scribbly lines, wrote: "Me, daddy, downstairs, movie." I added, "Be sure to let him know he can come down when he wakes up." "You, come, downstairs, awake."

When we asked Asmund how he felt about having another baby brother or sister, his eyes widened as he smiled. Then he pouted. "What's wrong?" we asked. "No sister!" We are in the process of telling him either would be wonderful. :)

Daddy, you are my dude

My almost-four-year-old son said, I've been fighting bad guys all my life. Me, too, Asmund.

 

His term for good guys is happy guys. He's onto something.

 

At the Ren Fest last Saturday, my heart lit up when I was listening in to Asmund and four other children in one of the play structures. "Hello, my name is Asmund," he said to them. He's often shy, but it was a breakthrough time, open to meeting other children on his own.

 

Carrie:

 

Asmund's grocery list: chicken noodles, beef, sausage, peas, chicken, eggs, cheese for cheesie peas. Hum...maybe i should feed him more meat...

 

Wystan just gave me a long hug. Without asking to nurse. Which is sweet because I've been telling him for thirty minutes how frustrated I am with his up all night routine. My kids make me want to be a better parent.

 

 

Updates

Our three-year-old snuck out of bed, grabbed a steak knife to open our cabinet without handles to get to the DVDs, and watched Spider-Man. What's next? A beer?

After I put on the movie he wanted to see, Asmund called me his "Cookie Daddy."

From Carrie:

Respecting my son's individuality means buying him the (ugly) yarn he picked for his hat. Having bounderies means makeing him choose from the sales shelf. Here we come orangy-browny-bluey "rwar rwar hat"!

Dennis is Asmund/Santa's sled. Santa has lots of reindeer-Poopie, Cookie, Bubbles, Bad Guy, Batman, Superman...and suddenly we've crossed genres. :)

Good cop/bad cop in toddler speak-cookie daddy/poopie mommy.