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.

Updates with superheroes

Asmund and Wystan are really into The Avengers and Spider-Man. We watch the trailers for the movies, as, even the cartoons are a little too violent. I should get Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends.

Here are more updates:

Me: Did you count the superheroes? Asmund: Uh-huh. How many are there? Lots!

Asmund: Me home, you home. (mi casa, su casa)

Carrie found amazing superhero shirts today--The Avengers sans Hulk with Spider-Man. Wystan points at his shirt, puts his hands up, and goes "Eeeerrrrrrrrrrr."

From Carrie:

Asmund just made R2D2 with my canners and sieve. He makes the sieve turn and beep and in addition to this awesomness has informed us that he is Yoda.

Marvel Heroscape

I pulled out my Marvel Heroscape game for the boys and I to play with, and Asmund likes to mimic how the figures are posed. He uses a pan lid for a shield and makes a fist for Captain America, he clinches both fists for Hulk, and extends his index and pinky for Spider-Man.

Carrie just posted this: Darth Vader and the Hulk are playing "Aad Guys" game. Vader is the daddy and hulk is the baby.

Assorted EC and such

Asmund says to me, "Up you! Up you!" what he means: Pick me up. :) It makes me chuckle. I want to make it the message on my voice mail. Carrie notes, it can also mean "I want to help you."

From Carrie:

Help! I'm being attacked by Penne fingers!!! Wait, that's just Asmund finding new uses for pasta. :)

Flirting with ECing. When Wy comes into the bathroom I take off his diaper and let him play with the Baby Bjorn. So far he's not pee'd into it, but he likes taking the fuzzies off his penis and putting those in the toilet, so that's something.

Just found Wystan crying in the middle of the living room, barelegged and clutching a minibottle of wine he lifted from the fridge.