No one likes to see their child get hurt... including me. Aden gets the most pitiful look on his face when he gets a scrape. I have never known anyone who can perfect an upside down smile until this kid. Every bath time has become a big ordeal because once he gets his scraped-up knees (he scrapes them every single day. curse those shorts!) underwater, he starts yelling "mommy. huwt. knee huwt. aid. aid. (band aid)" and crying. Poor guy. And of course he has to have band aids on both knees, not just the one that is scraped. Hey, if I were him i'd want toy story band aids too.
Aden has also learned the dreaded "mine". He'll walk around with a toy or his blankie and say "this mine! this mine! this mine!". Awesome babe, keep that up. See how many ladies you get.
You know how I always say my boy is the coolest kid in the world? Here's some more insight on his degree of coolness...
AJ knows when he is tired. He knows when he is grumpy and when he needs to take a nap. The other night he was just straight up exhausted and while I was changing him into pj's he said, "mommy, bed. bed" Dude. He straight up asked me if he could go to bed. at 7:10pm. Say whaaaaat? I guess all that sleep training and re-sleep training paid off. He's one of the best sleepers I know. 7:30pm to 6:30am with a morning nap 8:30am to 11:00am. Unless someone (g0d forbid) interrupts nap. You wouldnt believe the things that mothers do to keep their children from being woken up early from nap time. I don't care if I'm naked, if I hear the doorbell ring or ted or frank start to make a noise I will sprint downstairs and make the noise stop. Yes, the dry cleaner has seen me in a sports bra. Yes, the ups delivery man has seen a blur of me in a towel sprinting across the living room. You gotta do what you gotta do.
We had to make meal time rules because he has a problem with sitting down and eating. He likes to carry around a bowl with snacks in it the ENTIRE day just to get ted to hang out with him. It got ridiculous so we are now breaking the habit. Talk about a pain in the butt. He cried for 45 minutes yesterday because I wouldn't put teddy grahams in a bowl.
I was thinking the other day about the weird looks I get from people when I'm out with Aden... I think it's because of the way I talk to him. I don't baby him. If you heard my side of the conversation, you would have no idea that i'm talking to a 2 year old. I can't help it, it's just my personality. In a lot of conversations you'll hear me say "Aden, seriously? that's ridiculous." I'm not trying to make him grow up too fast or anything, but i'm not going to sit there and say "mommy says NO NO!" ... not my thing and i'm pretty sure aden knows belittling when he hears it. So if you see me racing Aden and me calling him a cheater because he goes before I say "go"... don't give me that horrified look. I'm joking. halfway.
The jeep is finally getting some use from someone other than myself. Aden is getting really good at pressing the gas pedal. however, steering isn't in the picture yet. Someone probably needs to videotape what happens when he gets behind the wheel. It's basically me almost getting run over and chasing a moving vehicle running into bushes and weaving all over the sidewalk. Probably the funniest thing was when my dad got into the jeep and started driving it down the sidewalk with his leg hanging out the side. Our neighbors must think we have some serious issues.
Sometime soon i'll find my camera charger and take more pictures. I'm for real slacking.