Oklahoma-the musical. NOW with new characters!!

Canaan is singing "The Surrey with the Fringe on Top" from Oklahoma!, but he can't quite get the words right. Instead of singing "Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry" he is singing "Chicks and ducks and Lightning McQueen".

Check out those baby blues!

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I think his eyes are nicely accented by his fabulous bedhead!

Chicken Tractor

Today Canaan demanded my help in locating one of his seven million toys (number is an approximation). The toy he wanted? He refers to it only as the "chicken tractor". He has both tractors and chickens but nothing that combines the two and he isn't giving me a single clue as to what it could be. However, I'm definitely supposed to find it. King Arthur had the Holy Grail-I have the Chicken Tractor.

Foraging

One would think I never fed Squishy-he is developing his foraging talents. He enjoys sneaking up on Big and just face-planting into whatever he's eating-chaos always ensues. Big views food with great reverence and finds the idea of face-planting directly into someone else's dessert appalling, to say the least. Squishy also knows that I'm not quite used to the idea of him standing yet, so I tend to leave food where he can eat it if he's quick enough. Yesterday, he ate a sticky bun roughly the size of his head that he stole off an end table. More impressive is that I was in the room at the time-Squishy just hid behind the couch. I have restricted my eating time to nap time or bedtime-it's the only way I actually get to eat my food.

He's Got it Under Control

Today, Squishy procured for himself a screwdriver (plastic) and a wrench (real, but tiny). He then crawled about the house banging purposefully on all of the cupboards. After he had beaten them into submission, he gave a satisfied "Oh-HO" noise and placed them down. Apparently his work was finished. I'm calling Guiness-they must have a category for "World's Tiniest Repairman".

Good Parenting

One of the most amusing (and occasionally sobering) things about having a toddler is constantly having your own actions reflected back at you. Canaan models his words, actions and tone of voice on the things that I do. It's most noticeable when he repeats me verbatim, or when he says something cringe-worthy that he learned from me. It is nice to see that he is learning from me how to be empathetic though, and he also watches out for baby Ezra very nicely. Yesterday:

Setting: Canaan's room.

Ezra is crawling into the corner.

Canaan: "No, no buddy! Get out of there, buddy! You don't want to play in there! (exasperatedly) "Come OUT OF THERE, baby Ezra! OUT OF THERE!" 

He sounded just like me.

He was trying to help...

So yesterday, Big and I were playing a game that involved balancing a small truck on my head. Since it had wheels, it kept rolling off. After about ten minutes, he placed it back on my head and said "I go get the glue!!"

I had to spend the next fifteen minutes explaining why I did NOT want a truck glued to my head, even though it was a "so boo-ful (beautiful) truck".

He is teaching me manners!

So apparently I'm rude, at least according to Big. We often play a game where I call him a "terrible, terrible boy" or a "stinky, stinky boy". Today I asked him "are you sooooo stinky??" and he goes "Mommy, NOT NICE!" He was so serious!

Why I am the worst mommy EVER

Today, I refused to let my son bring snow into the house so he could take a nap with it. I am clearly the cruelest person ever to walk the planet.

Canaan's cow story: "Cows say moo. Cows live on the farm. Cows like milk. Cows like Kix (cereal) too. They drink milk from the milkin' 'sheen (milking machine). Cows on the farm like Daddy!!"