Myron: dada, uce, peas (juice please)
Mama: Go ahead and give him juice just water it down.
Dada: Okay, dada get juice.
Myron: No wawa down!
Myron: dada, uce, peas (juice please)
Mama: Go ahead and give him juice just water it down.
Dada: Okay, dada get juice.
Myron: No wawa down!
I had my first 'horsie' ride at Apple Hill. I was very excited waiting in line but less excited when I actually got on. It's hard to see the 'horsie' from way up here.
The straw maze was great! I ran and ran with the other kids and finally found Dada at the end.
The pumpkins were 'evie' (heavy), but that didn't stop me from trying to lift each and every one.
They had cows, bunnies, chickens and goats!
I worked up the courage to touch the goat, such interesting creatures.
My favorite part of the whole day was driving the tractor! (okay not driving as much as sitting but it was still great)
Myron has great fun with his babies. Last week he took them all out to go 'nigh, nigh'.
We swapped their clothing (this is why bath baby is wearing Andy's outfit and Andy is in pink.)
And each one had their own 'towel' (blanket).
And finally, everyone went 'nigh nigh' in the tent. What a fun morning with Mama.
Thank you Grandma Miller for the "Roar aket" (translation - Lion Jacket). Mama and I take turns wearing it and saying Roar!
Myron is now talking in short sentences and it saying the most surprising things... for example.
Dada: (sneeze)
Myron: Bess Chew Dada
We were both caught off guard, did he just say bless you? Indeed he did and now every time some coughs, sneezes or chokes he says "Bess Chew". It's great that the random words he is picking up are also good manners!
Clarence the 'puppy' came to play this weekend. Myron loved playing with Clarence and he loved the 'puppy home'
Myron 'barking' like the puppy.
Myron throwing the ball for Clarence.
Myron retrieving the ball for Clarence. Clarence didn't care for retrieving the ball, but Myron didn't care he would throw it and get it himself over and over again. But not before telling Clarence 'puppy go...go!'
Mama: Myron, it's time for the truck to go nigh-nigh
Myron: No nigh-nigh. Tuk go...go! Rrrrrrrrrrrr
While mama was away, dada and I played bowl head.
I can't wait to play it again at the dinner table :)Myron has started picking out his clothes he has a real affinity for shoes! He favorites - any that are not his. If he has to wear his, he prefers the orange ones (no matter what color he is wearing).
Myron wearing Meghyn's shoes (size 12) and trying to ride his bike - overachiever! And outfit he picked out all by himself (given a choice he will choose not pants... future professions? Underwear model? Surfer? Crazy man with no pants?)
Who says you can't wear black and brown together and still look cute?