Lately, B has been coming over to me while I nurse J and asks to "Listen to his brain." Ok? So then B puts his ear on J's little head and 'listens' for a minute. "Sounds good Mom." Ok. Good to know.
B is a funny duck. He thinks he's funny too. I however, do not appreciate his humor at times. Lately, he likes to call things and people "poo poo". For example, "Hey poo poo, I want some milk." "Oh its a poo poo." The inflection on how he says poo poo is strange, and I can't explain it. He is not referring to poo in general, he calls poop something else. He also likes to say poo poo a lot when we ask him to pray. I'm convinced he does this, just to anger me. I used to wash his mouth out when he said this poo poo thing, but it only increased the frequency in which he said it. Now he takes to laughing about it. "A poo poo, a poo poo, a poo poo, ha ha ha." Hmm. My dearest middle child. He also likes to make up songs about poo poo. They have nothing to do with poop. Just poo poo. Have I lost you, poo poo?
A couple of weeks ago, B was jumping on the couch and disobeyed his father's warnings to stop and continued jumping. The jumping ended when he jumped off and smashed his face onto the desk and split open his lip. We went to the E.R. and got in and out within an hour without stitches. It looked totally nasty, but has healed nicely.
B has also taken to ask me to play with him a lot. This didn't used to happen before J was born. I know he's struggling to get attention appropriately. It makes me sad that he may feel neglected or overlooked. I have created a middle child. Poor B'zle. I'm sorry little man.
He has a new obsession with Monster Trucks. Obsession may be an understatement. Both big boys play Monster Trucks all the time now. They have been to a MT Rally and Scott has DVR'd some on the t.v.. So now, not only do they know the trucks names, but the name of their drivers. B wakes up talking about them and goes to sleep talking about them. He demands to take them with him everywhere and demands to take them to bed. Once his collection of monster trucks is complete with him in bed and all is quiet, I hear them one by one drop on the floor randomly through out the night. It never fails by 4 am and all of them have fallen to the floor, I hear him calling me..."Mom! My monster trucks!"
B still has a great appetite and will eat or try most food. Lately, he has taken to eating raw carrots and celery (which do not bode well with his digestive system). He does not prefer sweets like Q does. He will eat a pound of bacon or sausage before eating a cinnamon bun.
I realized the other day, that B and I are a lot alike in personality. You never need to guess how either one of us feels about anything. Our emotions run high and are never masked. We lack patience and often tact. And wow! I do not like these qualities that we share. I must be annoying.
B is a great kid. We went out to dinner a while ago, just him and me. I was blown away by what a sweet and smart kid he is. We sat and had an actual conversation over Olive Garden bread sticks and colored his menu together. So sweet. He's so different one on one. Oh the guilt I feel that he acts out for my attention.
I want to, have to, take more time to 'listen to his brain.'
