“You is pretty mom, but you is Meghan.”
“You have on a Batman shirt, mom? That is cool, mom!” I’m so happy my 3 year old thinks I’m cool.
Who’s the first man Elijah? “Adam.” Good. Who’s the first woman? “Jacob.”….um, no, Eve. Adam was the first husband, Eve was the first wife. “Mommy, where’s my wife?”
“Supper was pretty good mom.” After he had eaten 3 plates of coleslaw.
Today Elijah saw Voldemort on t.v. “He is a monster Mommy?” That’s my boy.
“Your hair is silly mom.” I had it up in a clip.
I measure Elijah today and he is 38 1/4 inches tall.
Today we tie-dyed some t-shirts for Elijah and some burp clothes for Everett. Elijah, of course, has dye on his fingers…good thing tomorrow is Sunday. 😛
He’s been singing ring-a-round the rosies a lot. We didn’t teach him that.
Yesterday, September 6th, the day we got the call that they were ready to move forward with Elijah’s adoption. That date is going in his adoption book.
Elijah can put his own shoes on (Velcro and flip-flops) and he gets them on the right feet.
When he takes off his clothes he will put them in the dirty clothes hamper or back in the drawer. It’s hard to tell which is clean, but at least he picks up after himself.
Elijah has started to learn to hold the door open for people, especially ladies.
I’m not sure if I’ve posted this before, but Elijah will shake someone’s hand and say, “Nice to meet you.” Every time…it’s the cutest thing ever.
Elijah hasn’t mentioned his foster brother in 4 days…he hasn’t seem him since May, but he used to talk about him everyday.
Elijah is starting to pay more attention to Everett. He wants to put his paci in his mouth, help me feed him his bottle, and will bounce him in his bouncy seat. I hope they grow up to be really close. I think 3 years apart is the perfect age difference, because Elijah is potty trained (he has recently wanted to even wipe himself!), Elijah sleeps 12 hours a night, and he can help me out around the house (pick up after himself.) I love this! I couldn’t have planned it any better if they were my biological kids.
I try not to write short posts like this everyday, but I’m going to forget this funny stuff if I don’t. I wish my brain was bigger.