Simon, this has been a huge month for you vocally. Your vocabulary and ability to structure a sentence have grown in leaps and bounds... as has your ability to talk back to your parents and fight with your brother.
We're so proud.
A few days ago, you came up to me with a mouth suspiciously stained blue, although you said "no" when asked if you'd been eating Playdoh.
I didn't believe you.
Turns out that while I was upstairs nursing Andrew and putting him to sleep, you'd decided to not only rummage in the garbage for some dried out Playdoh, but then proceed to bite it into tiny pieces and spit them all over the floor.
Who does stuff like this?!
Then while I was cleaning up and washing the floor, you followed me around, sighing. Like I must have been doing without realizing it until I heard your imitation. However I was sighing out of frustration while you were sighing
This morning while I was occupied with Andrew, you once again came upstairs with a colorful mouth, this time green. I asked if you were eating the crayons I left you with, happily and carefully colouring with ON PAPER. You guiltily told me you'd made a mess.
The Charge: Colouring on something other than paper with what has turned out to be non-washable crayons.
Me: Simon, are we supposed to colour on the walls?
Me: NO. We colour on paper, not on the walls.
You: I maka big mess?
Me: Yes, you made a big mess.
Me: Yeah, (sigh).