Ian likes music while he eats. He often says, "Should we listen to primary music while we eat (fill in the blank)" When he first spit that sentence out it was the most complex thing I had ever heard him say.
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Out of the blue: "My mom is a junior in high school."
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After Joseph had eaten and spit out another bug he found on the floor, Ian said the following in a sing-songy voice: "JoSEPH! Do not spit up the most delicious bug! Yum!" Is there some song that goes like that?
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"Joseph! Don't come in my room! Go back to heaven."
Ian went through a period where he would say this whenever he was annoyed with Joseph -- which was whenever Joseph was in sight. Ian told me Joseph would sing songs in heaven when I asked him what his brother would do there.
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When Sarah and Ryan watched the boys for us, Sarah wrote down some funny stuff Ian said as he ate dinner and 'talked on his phone', which was actually a fist held to his ear. Some of these are a little embarrassing...
I know...
That's a bad choice
We're just catching up
I'm talking to my dad
I talked to you last night
We're going on an airplane
Do you have any more questions
oh ya!
Hi Ryan
no no no no no no no
You got to be quiet Joe, I'm talking on the phone
I'm talking to Ryan
I'm wondering if you have a....
I was talking to adults
Hello, this is Lesley
Hi hott stuff
Want to play some basketball?
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When we were driving to Michael's wedding rehearsal dinner, the boys were tired and cranky and already starting to lose it. We noticed things suddenly go quiet in the backseat and then heard Ian say sweetly, "Joseph, I like your pretty pink fingers. Yeah. I really like your pretty pink fingers!" He was holding Joseph's hand! I melted.
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When he talks to Scott, especially when Scott first arrives home from work, he uses a deep voice.
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You know that colorful truck that comes around the neighborhood after school playing music? We call it the Music Truck. And if you ever tell my kids it's anything more than a truck that drives around playing music for our enjoyment, you are in big, big trouble.
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Scott is the scoutmaster for a troop of 12-14 year olds. Occasionally they meet at our house and Ian has become really fond of several of them and knows them all by name. Once, after they left, Ian asked "Where did all the little daddies go? I miss them."
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Ian was jealous of all the Pedialite Joseph was drinking during a recent illness. When I explained Ian couldn't have any because he didn't have any 'ouchies in his stomach' Ian bit down hard on his thumb and said "Ooohhh! Look! I have an ouchie on my fumb! I need some special juice too!" He tried it repeatedly and I am sorry to say it eventually worked on me.
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Last night we asked Ian what time he goes to bed. His response: "Um, like, around eleven-ish."
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As further evidence that my little boys are growing up, here are some pictures of Ian today, his first day of preschool.
When Joseph and I got home after dropping Ian off, Joseph leaned way out of his carseat to look into Ian's carseat. Then he looked at me and made noises like he was asking why Ian wasn't there. I said "Uh-oh! Did we lose Ian?" And until I put Joseph down for his nap, he kept saying "Uh-oh! Uh-oh!"
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