I have been incredibly lucky to get a lot of hand-me-down clothes from friends and family, and he has about 6 orange t-shirts now. It is all he really even wants to wear, although occasionally I over rule him because I need a change. His favorite snacks are cheezits and mandarin oranges, and I have to get orange juice every time I go to the store.
He LOVES to ride this jeep when we go to Mawmaw's. He told me he wanted his own jeep to keep in our garage, but he wants one that is....orange!
He is potty trained, WOOHOO! Seriously, this is one of the most frustrating things to teach a child, but one day it just seemed to click for him. We used jelly beans as a reward (he hates chocolate, what?), and as you can well image he ate all the orange ones first.
He is very helpful or at least he wants to be, which is incredibly sweet. Mark can't go into the garage or yard without F by his side. He got a toolbox and drill for his birthday, and the entire party stopped to play with it. The girls lost interest quickly, but he and Mac were enthralled for quite a while.
He is very helpful or at least he wants to be, which is incredibly sweet. Mark can't go into the garage or yard without F by his side. He got a toolbox and drill for his birthday, and the entire party stopped to play with it. The girls lost interest quickly, but he and Mac were enthralled for quite a while.
He is obsessed with power tools, so anytime he hears a chainsaw or weed eater outside we have to go in search of it. It is frequently our neighbor, a retired marine, who is so kind. He stops to let F take a look and find out what he's doing.
He likes to help me water the plants, although he usually gets more water on himself than anything else.
His second favorite thing is Scooby Doo. Mark recorded a few of the original cartoons (so we could have a break from Sesame Street), and F is hooked. His great-Aunt Kathy gave him this shirt for his birthday. He also loaded up on Scooby toys, stuffed animals and DVD from Mark's family.
He only asked for 2 things for his birthday: Scooby Doo pjs and a fishing pole. I scoured the Internet to find the perfect pjs.
He saw his cousin with a fishing pole at Mawmaw's house in March, and he has been telling everyone his daddy's taking him fishing ever since. He finally got his fishing pole on his birthday and was able to use it over 4th of July.
Probably the biggest change is that he can talk. At 2 he did not speak one word, no mama or dada, it was very frustrating because he understood everything. Well, 8 months in pre-school and a little speech therapy did wonders. He went from nothing to full sentences almost overnight. I do occasionally long for those silent days, especially when he yells at me because I'm not listening to him. "Mommy, do you hear my words?!" He has combined a few things he hears all the time into his own sayings. If I want him to come on he tells me, "just a little minute." He loves to sing (loudly) and knows his abc's and can count to thirty (almost).
This is his rendition of Sing from Sesame Street. He technically is not supposed to play with the guitar, but I could not resist letting him.
Some things haven't changed. He still loves the vacuum, and he got his own Dyson from my aunt (hand-me-down of course).
Some things haven't changed. He still loves the vacuum, and he got his own Dyson from my aunt (hand-me-down of course).
He also still has great hair, and I am forever messing with it to make him look tough. He doesn't seem to mind...yet.
He has about 5 freckles on his nose and cheeks....aaahh something else from me:)
He is becoming more independent, and I can't believe how grown up he is some days. Overall, he's still very laid back, and I love him more now than I ever thought I could.
