G asked tonight about “the first person”: if babies come from mommies, and mommies grow from babies, who laid the first egg? (almost direct quote here)
Thankfully S prepped me for this one, but as much as he did: how can you answer this without touching on evolution, introducing single cell organisms, and mutation? Somewhere in his head right now, I’m sure he thinks I’m an idiot, because how would anything of what I told him make any sense? S copped out of that one, because G asked him in the car, and he responded by telling him he had to pay attention to traffic.
I’m pretty sure I know now why Creationism came to be: some parent had to explain it to their 5 yr old.
S2 is really loving his Legos right now. G got some big-kid sets for his birthday, and while he’s been indifferent about them, S2 is all over them. I wasn’t sure how he’d do with the smaller pieces, but it doesn’t appear to be a blocker and we’re enjoying sleeping-in in the morning thanx to these things 🙂
He doesn’t try to build any of the sets – he likes to build his own creations and I prefer that so much more, to be honest: 1) I don’t have to supervise a toddler that is frustrated with a step: 2) he gets to be as creative as he wants to be.
G’s school goes over a different letter each week. As homework they have to write the letter (upper and lower case) on one line to practice it and also draw (or collage) words that start with that letter. This week is P week.
Guess what G wants to draw for P week? Yeah: poop! Because he thinks it’s funny. I’ll give him credit — he’s figured out poop starts with P on his own.
I wonder if he’s the only one having these negotiations at home?
… although, I won’t lie: I’m curious what a poop drawing from him would look like.
Do you see it? No — not the pout. The jeans! He’s wearing jeans. And the pout is not because of the jeans (it was because he couldn’t take his stuffed horsie toy to school, since it wasn’t a Share Day).
G convinced S2 to try jeans again. S2’s complaint this whole time has been that jeans are cold. Well, he’s not wrong: they are cold at first, but G told him that they’re only cold for a second, and they warm up quick. So S2 dawned on a pair, and he’s been more than willing and interested in continuing the trend.I appreciate this because I only have like a dozen pairs of jeans in his size it would be a shame to waste. He transitioned out of the denim routine right around the time I stocked up on new pants: somehow all of a sudden every pair he had, had big, gaping wholes at the knees. Pretty much as soon as the packages of jeans arrived, he put the embargo on jeans and transitioned into sweat-pants.
So a big kudos to G for getting us through this phase. He’s been awesome of late about little things like that. Somehow he can really get through to S2 in a way that S and I just haven’t been able to. Maybe it’s a big brother thing? Who knows? I’ll take it. I can see how families can start relying on older siblings to help with the younger ones. I’m trying not to get too used to it though. It’s really not his job, and S was really good to tell G that while we don’t expect him to help us parent S2, we appreciate it when he does.
Now, S2 and I now have a little ritual where I rub his pants really fast as soon as they come on him to warm him up. It makes him giggle. I get pants on him. It’s a win-win.
At school today, S2 took off his own diaper, declared he needed to go potty, demanded underwear…. and actually used the toilet. He did this twice today.
You think he’s trying to send us a message?