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Before we went on our trip, Miles let me do his hair.

We just got back from a special holiday week at Miles’ cousin Joshie’s house.

Miles had a great time being Joshua’s shadow. If Josh did it, Miles did it… every move, word, laugh, snack. Josh was a very good sport, being very patient and careful. A little adulation never hurt anyone.

Jenifer and Larry made us very welcome and comfortable. Thanksgiving dinner was fantastic. Larry even accomodated my “allergy” with an extra batch of onion-free stuffing.

The flights there and back (Miles’ 11th and 12th flights!) were great. Thanks to the Woods/Wenzels for taking care of Stuart C. Wagner!

Miles went pee-pee in the potty for the first time today!

Yahoo!

We’re giving him a new train each time he does this. Today he got Emily. But Ron asked him before we gave him the train if he knew what the surprise was that he was going to get for going pee-pee in the potty and he asked:

“A Dinosaur tail?”

Awesome!!! (sing song)

The word “sugar” in the southern vernacular means affection and what-not. It’s a word that has creeped in to my vocabulary along with the occasional “y’all” and “I’m fixin ta…”

Anyway, Miles and I were snuggling in bed this morning and I asked him if I could give him some “Mommy sugar.” And he said yes. So then I said, “Gimme some brown sugar!” and he said, kissing me between each sentence:

I give you pink sugar! (fink, to him)
I give you blue sugar! (boo, to him)
I give you orange sugar! (orny, to him)
I give you My-nuls sugar!
I give you Stuey sugar!
I give you Ron sugar!

You might have had to have been there. It was cute. One of those moments I will longingly remember when he is 15 and wants nothing to do with me!

At Miles’ school (as with all Montessori schools) they teach the children to use the word “work” instead of “play” and to refer to any object they are playing with as their “work” as well.

Miles has totally picked this language up, saying things like “Mommy I need to put my work away now,” while cleaning up his toys, or “I want to work with that!” when he sees me sweeping the floor with the big broom.  But today I couldn’t help giggling and giving him a huge hug when he said:

“Look Mommy! Stuey working with his bone!”