Mr. Thomas is a kiddo, I am sure like most, that does better not having excessive amounts of sugar. Give him a cookie, treat, soda and the 15 minutes following are a huge burst of uncontrollable energy, and a crash about 45 minutes later.
This day was a typical after sugar day, with the exception that I had Elin swinging so the front door was open. Here is the chaos that ensued.
Over the last couple months, I have had this post and continued to add our favorite things Thomas says and does. It might be boring to read if you haven’t seen or heard him say some of this things, but to us they are priceless. So here they are in no particular order…
“Mama your daughter is calling you”
”Mom are you hearin my words” (I guess I have said this a time or two)
"Mama/dat come here I need somethin’”
“Dada” has turned into “Dat”
”I eat it all up into my belly button” (when he is full from eating)
”Look I'm fuper big and tall now” (with arms as high up as they will go)
“Stelly Mc Dabelly”
“Run for your lives”-We have no idea where he came up with this one.
“your welbum” your welcome
“go out and give me some pri-cy” (when he needs to use the bathroom to do his business”
“Stella get out of my business”
“I love you fo much”
“safe” when Elin falls down
“my can do do” (I can do it)
“well that makes sense” when we tell him about something and it “makes sense to him.”
Since he was born, Mike and I have called Thomas “Babaganoosh.” This has been shortened to “Noosh,” and Thomas has taken it upon himself to start calling us all “Noosh.” So we have a “Dada Noosh, Mama Noosh, Elin Noosh, Stella Noosh, Tucker Noosh, Itzy Noosh, Grandpa Noosh and Grandma Noosh.” It is about 50/50 when you ask him his last name if it is “Thomas Noosh or Thomas Laschen.” What a silly little Noosh he is!
What a goof! Stella and the ball were just pretending to sleep. He did actually go to bed with his bike and then once he was asleep we moved it away from him
Thomas has always been a great helper around the house, however this week he has stepped it up a notch! He now wants to clean morning, noon and night and loves using his wipes to clean. He will dip them in water, ring them out, and proceed to clean everything in his path. Not a bad trait and desire to have. I have started to wonder if he is taking a little after my crazy cleaning nesting a little bit?! It feels like when I have a free moment not playing, cooking or doing a normal routine thing I am cleaning or organizing.
Last week both Thomas and I had colds. On top of that he was cutting his top molars, so we kept ourselves away from other kiddos and stuck around the house.
Thomas was very into being messy with art this past week. After painting on Monday he wanted to do it every morning. Tuesday I whipped up this tearing/pasting/collage to replace paint. He was still all about smearing his hands in the glue, but there was not a bath involved in this activity!
We also were able to get our daily walk/park or dog park/hike in. This is a quick snippet of my little and big adventures out on our afternoon hike.
Thomas and I were cleaning out a drawer that wouldn’t close and we found Mike’s harmonica. Since that moment we have been being serenaded on a daily basis.
As always, cold or no cold, Mike coming home from work means dinner and then basement for “ha ta.” They have a ritual, they turn on a hockey game, lace up the skates on the bottom step and then play like mad! Thomas is getting pretty good on the carpet with his skates, he now likes to “shoot” and “score” as well. So much fun for me to watch the two of them play. I just need to get a black and white referee jersey and whistle as sometimes Daddy gets a little rough and needs to take a 2 minute penalty for roughing or hooking.
What a fun morning of painting Thomas and I had at our house. He was on a roll, he made 7 actual paintings and 5 hand print sheets. We painted for at least 30 minutes before he wanted to clean up, by far his longest painting session to date!
Let’s pour some red on here…
This page needs a ginormous amount of pink!
Messy Hands…
What color should I pick next?
Smear it here…
I guess my Mom was right, it doesn’t taste good!
Too funny I posted one of these pictures on FB and I had a couple comments about how messy it is. I guess in my world, the messier the better! I have worked with so many good occupational therapists over the years and they always told me to get messy and explore!
I guess the tricky thing with Thomas that I don’t really think too much about any longer is his lack of wearing a bib or art smock. I suppose I could throw a old t-shirt on him or something, but really we haven’t had a problem with some cold water and stain stick. He always fought a bib and I just chose to not fight him on it. Now it is just “typical Thomas” to need to change clothes after a messy meal or art activity. Clean up took 10 minutes in the bath and a few minutes wiping down the table and washing the containers off. The hardest thing for me is not jumping in with the mixing of colors…ugh now that is hard!
Another big hit are his train PJs that he got from his Great Grandma Gen. If we are able to convince him into a different pajama set he will still request trains to wear the next day. As you can see in this picture he has the PJs he wore to bed on under the beloved train jammies. Mike and I also think that he looks pretty cute!
Tonight when I was putting away his clothes, he picked out the following outfit. A flannel shirt, t-shirt to go over that, his Carhartt pants and a tie! Such fashion sense!
15 minutes later I am downstairs doing laundry and I hear Thomas crying and Mike fixing his hurt toe by kissing it better. This has been good enough to heal pretty much anything thus far and Thomas will run to us with his owie presented. The crying stopped, the play continued, until I came upstairs and then the owie drama resurfaced. After more kisses play resumed and life was back to normal.
About a half hour later Thomas and I were Skyping with Grandma and Grandpa McConachie and I made the mistake of bringing up the lights and the ambulance. Almost immediately, the drama ensued with Thomas repeating over and over “help, help, help” pointing to his previously hurt toe, and then out the window.
I wish we had this on video as this drama continued for about 10 minutes. Thomas was looking at me like I was the worst Mommy ever for not calling the ambulance to help him and Mike and I desperately trying to communicate to our little boy that his owie was ok without an ambulance.
A whole new world of literal thinking is upon us! The old self in me loves how he was communicating to us and putting his thoughts and ideas together. The mommy in me is in for a whole new treat in learning how to teach the “simple” things.
Image taken from littleblackblog.net
