Random acts of Devin-ness
Today at the park you grabbed the handle of your wagon to pull it down the sidewalk, but it accidentally fell and hit Mommy on the hand. "Ouch!" I said. As you picked up the handle, I said, "Thank you, sweetie." You looked right at me and said, "I sowwy." Awww...you're so darn sweet!
Refrains of "Ee-ei-ee-ei-FARM!" are now commonplace around this house.
Daddy was talking to Aunt Jane the other night when you came running happily into the room. He pointed the phone toward you and said, "Devin, say 'Hi, Jane!'" And boy did you! So distinctly and sweetly. And loudly!
About ten minutes after you fell asleep last night, I heard you say very clearly, "All aboard!"
You're obsessed with Goldbug. He's the silly little yellow bug that's drawn on every page of Richard Scarry's Cars and Trucks and Things That Go. I made the mistake of looking for him one day and now we can't read the book without you yelling, "Wheh's Dohbud?" every time I flipe the page.
You love Jeff Wiggle! This morning, during the Where's Jeff? segment of The Wiggles, you were soooo excited when it was time to wake up Jeff. You bounced on the futon with a big grin and yelled out, rapid-fire, "1, 2, 3...wate up, Jeff!"
Today was picture day at school. Last year it didn't go so well. But I had high hopes this year. My simple request was that you wear one of your new fall shirts that I just knew would look smashing on you. It has a brown bandana pattern and I tried to sell it to you as a "cowboy shirt." You weren't convinced. You ran screaming from your room. "NO, MOMMY!" I managed to get it on you, but you just as quickly tried to pry it off. Then I got desperate. "I'll give you a quarter if you wear it." "OK!" And so the bribery begins. (And I'll let you know that I got at least two compliments on that shirt, Mister! Mommy has some rockin' fashion sense.)
We went to an Irish pub for lunch in Holland this weekend. Your order was chicken fingers and fries, with a side of ranch dressing. You tentatively dipped your finger into the dressing and pushed it away. Several minutes later you dipped again and pulled it back toward you. Then, while we had our attention elsewhere, we turned to find you DRINKING the ranch dressing. You won't eat vegetables, but you'll guzzle dressing. Nice!
