At the grocery store the other night, there were two elderly women sitting at the little “cafe” section near the front entrance. Ron and Miles walked in and this is what they heard:
Lady 1:Â That’s a pretty little girl, but she looks like a boy!
Lady 2:Â I think it IS a boy.
Hi-larious!
There’s big news over at big mamma’s house. That’s Jess’s new blog. Most of you know it already, but now’s your chance to keep abreast of the whole sitch-y-ation. I know you can’t wait to visit. Check it!
Jessica was explaining to Miles that a brother is a boy and a sister is a girl. She asked if he’d like a brother or a sister and what their names might be.
jess: What would be a brother’s name?
miles: Procolat Ochiki.
j: What would be a sister’s name?
m: Chocolat Ochiki.
Sorry, Porter and Powder.
Miles has a white plastic stool. It’s just the right height to reach our bathroom sink and kitchen counter. He uses it to turn on lights, help us cook, wash his hands, brush his teeth… Sometimes he plays on the stool, climbing, balancing precariously, and jumping off. There’s also a lot of falling.
We were going to play in the backyard and he grabbed his stool to take with him. I didn’t think it was a good idea, so we had an exchange like so many others we have these days:
ron: Buddy, let’s leave the stool inside.
miles: I not leave the stool inside–I not have a stool outside.
r: I know we don’t have a stool outside–the ground is very hard outside. Falling off your stool will really hurt.
m: I need my stool outside.
r: Taking your stool outside is not safe.
m: I need to take my stool outside.
r: Can you tell me why you need to take it?
m: I need to have my stool outside so i can reach up and I can reach the clouds.
We took the stool outside. (That’s it on the left)
…and Miles has been making his rounds. Avery’s pony party, Cameron’s Build-a-Dog party, and yesterday, Pearl’s dinosaur party. Above is a picture of (left to right) Jack, Miles, Pearl and Alex. Pearl and Jack are Miles’ park buddies. These kids are all 3 or 3 1/2, but Miles keeps up with them, leaving all the other two year olds in the dust as they zoom by. It’s pretty cute.