Asmund talk

B B blue ball = Bugs Bunny basketball = Space Jam

Cell phone use

When I was teaching, Asmund wanted to call me. He wanted to tell me a bear secret: growl growl.

The other night, Asmund was saying, "Nine noon! Nine noon!" Translation: Mine [my] room!

Also, Wystan called 411 for information the other day.

Two things before the end of 2011

On Dec 21, 2011:
I asked Asmund what Wystan was doing in the other room. This, he said, and waddle-walked around like one-year-old Wystan does.

On Dec 27, 2011:
It's sinking in! The other day Wystan started hitting Asmund on the head with a puzzle box. Asmund calmly took it away from him saying "No, no Baby. Hurt". He tapped him on the head with the box as he said it, then put it on the floor behind him and they both went on to play together peacefully. *sigh of relief

When Fran was leaving

Asmund asked Carrie, "Bye bye?"

Yes. You can say it twice.

Be careful of what you say!

It's true! When Asmund began taking apart his puzzles, he starting saying something in a growl. "What was that?" I asked. After the third time he said it, I realized he was saying, "Gaw dang!" Growling. Now I can ask, "What does Daddy say?"

Why nursing?

Carrie reports:

Yesterday I decided to ask my semi verbal three year old why he likes to nurse so much. He gave me a sort of "how could you have missed this" look and simply said, "Mama."

Oh, cause it's Mama. :)

Whose room is this?

Asmund picked our bedroom when looking for a place to put together the puzzle of the US after Wystan wanted to chew on the pieces.
I asked, "Whose room is that?"
"Mommy's!" Asmund said.
"Where's Daddy's?"
He pointed at the hall closet.
"Really?" I asked.
He pointed out the fact that my clothes were in it.