We think he's very advanced.
“Is that what the inside of a lobster looks like? They are so beautiful! And have no bones! They are Insects. I know where is the muscle.”
Destiny’s Bounty
Without Lex, I wouldn’t be a mother. So for Mother’s Day, I got him a Lego Ninjago flying ship called “Destiny’s Bounty.”
And he gave me… Strep.
Apart from a couple doctor visits, we have been building all day. It’s looking beautiful. Plus we made a lot of assorted rockets and extra special building from our imaginations too.
Lex was a little sad because he was looking forward to playing with friends today. But not too sad. He has a brand new box of Legos after all. And some antibiotics.
Tomorrow we will stay home from work and school to build some more.
My mom is special to me because… “She plays Legos with me.”
“Mom? What does C-A-C spell?”
Um…cac?
“It’s what a parrot says! Cawk-Cawk-Cawk!”
”
M-O-M. All by himself.
And a rocket ship, of course.
We play an opposites game where we will forbid Lex from doing what we want him to do. “You better not brush your teeth!” And he will grin and disobey, and we get mock-angry, “Oh you Rotten Kid!”
He loves it. Laughs so hard. Tells me, “Momma, tell me NOT to… And call me Rotten!”
He teases us back, too. I told him when he was little he would only say “Dada.” and I would whisper to him, “Say ‘Momma’ my sweet baby, Momma loves you… MA MA… Say it…” and he would look at me and say, “DA DA!”
He thinks this is hysterical. So now that he is into spelling things, I’ll tell him to spell ‘Mom’ and of course he says, “D-A-D!”
I’ll say, “Oh yeah? Well do you know what R-O-T-T-E-N spells? It spells LEX!” He thinks this is a riot.
Or, I’ll lay on top of him and say, “I’ll squish you into Flat Lexi! And put you in an envelope and mail you unless you spell MOM!” then he will giggle almost too hard to spell anything, but eventually he will spell it right.
As soon as I release him, he will climb on top of me and threaten to squish me into a Flat Momma unless I spell LEX.
“R-O-T-T-E-N!” I am triumphant.
And a bunny
Best card in the world!
Birthday breakfast
I picked Lex up from school this week and asked him what he had worked on that day.
“I forget what it’s called.”
Ok, well how does it go?
“It goes: 1 + 1 = 2”
Oh, that’s called ‘Addition.’ What is 5 + 5?
“Right. Addition. Ten.”
How about 6 + 6?
“Twelve.”
He says it like I’m an idiot for having to ask such an easy question. Decides to quiz me.
“Momma, what number is 1…0…0…1?”
That’s ‘one thousand and one’ baby.
“That’s right! You did it!”
He is proud that I know my numbers.
In the bath Lex makes a track out of his curvy “road” pieces that cling to the side of the tub.
“Look Momma! It’s Ella Curfish!”
I’m not sure what he’s talking about. Ella? Like Ella the Elephant in Pocoyo?
“Not Ella. Ellen. Ell-en Cur-fish!”
I hear you baby, but tell me more about it. Is Ellen a fish in Finding Nemo? A blue fish, like Dory? An angler fish with the light?
“No, not a fish! Ellen Curfish!”
Finally it dawns on me. Cur-SIVE. Yes. That does look like an “L in Cursive” as a matter of fact. I had forgotten he was learning to write in cursive now.
I love Montessori.
Vacay at last!
At the Beach
