Today doesn't really mark any month anniversary for Bennett -- but I keep forgetting to write about them when they come. I don't want to forget though, to write down what I see because it really is amazing. His Godmother, Rodelaine said that after her daughter turned 2, there was this vocabulary explosion. And that's exactly what we are seeing with Bennett. Not just a word here and a word there -- but something entirely, well, EXPONENTIAL. I still have to pinch myself sometimes when I am talking to Bennett, because he really is talking. Full sentences. Full conversations. The latest way to start a sentence is: "Well, ACTUALLY...." which means either J or I say that way too much. He is a little, walking mirror.
The one thing we have noticed more is that he is a bit shy in certain situations. It does take him awhile to warm up. He takes a dance class every Friday and even though he knows most of those kids, and he goes every Friday, he still likes to bury his head in my leg and not look up. But when the teacher grabs his hand to go to start, he doesn't resist. He goes willingly. I peek at him during the class, and he is usually just standing there while everyone around him is twirling and clapping....UNTIL....it is tumbling time. Then all of a sudden, he become more involved and energetic and really gets into it. Tumbling, imitating frogs, and playing with props. Other than that, no thank you, he says. I'll just watch.
We have made some weak attempts to start potty training him, but haven't gotten very far. Right now I am using The Jelly Bean Incentive. Everytime he sits on the potty, he gets a jelly bean (thanks Tita Riza and Lauren -- the jelly beans came from Lauren's first birthday party!). We have also purchased two six-packs of Sesame Street underwear. He likes to wear the underwear, but OVER the diaper, which kind of defeats the purpose. i know there are many methods to getting one's kid potty trained, but I figure I won't push it. i'm convinced that by seeing the other kids in his class wear underwear and go potty, he might want to do it too.
Finally, boys will be boys. I pick him up from daycare and he's either got a scraped up knee or a bite on his arm. Last week, on his "Ouch Report" (that's really what it is called!) it said he fell. On his face. I noticed a little bruise under his eye but didn't think much of it, because he always falls on something. The next day, his left eye turned black and blue. A real shiner. I get a little worried that some stranger will call Child Protective Services on me because Bennett also has a tendency to always say things like "Mommy did it." or "Daddy did it" or "[insert name here] did it!" But those who do see his black eye tend to just say "ahhh, well you better get used to it. He's a boy."
The one thing we have noticed more is that he is a bit shy in certain situations. It does take him awhile to warm up. He takes a dance class every Friday and even though he knows most of those kids, and he goes every Friday, he still likes to bury his head in my leg and not look up. But when the teacher grabs his hand to go to start, he doesn't resist. He goes willingly. I peek at him during the class, and he is usually just standing there while everyone around him is twirling and clapping....UNTIL....it is tumbling time. Then all of a sudden, he become more involved and energetic and really gets into it. Tumbling, imitating frogs, and playing with props. Other than that, no thank you, he says. I'll just watch.
We have made some weak attempts to start potty training him, but haven't gotten very far. Right now I am using The Jelly Bean Incentive. Everytime he sits on the potty, he gets a jelly bean (thanks Tita Riza and Lauren -- the jelly beans came from Lauren's first birthday party!). We have also purchased two six-packs of Sesame Street underwear. He likes to wear the underwear, but OVER the diaper, which kind of defeats the purpose. i know there are many methods to getting one's kid potty trained, but I figure I won't push it. i'm convinced that by seeing the other kids in his class wear underwear and go potty, he might want to do it too.
Finally, boys will be boys. I pick him up from daycare and he's either got a scraped up knee or a bite on his arm. Last week, on his "Ouch Report" (that's really what it is called!) it said he fell. On his face. I noticed a little bruise under his eye but didn't think much of it, because he always falls on something. The next day, his left eye turned black and blue. A real shiner. I get a little worried that some stranger will call Child Protective Services on me because Bennett also has a tendency to always say things like "Mommy did it." or "Daddy did it" or "[insert name here] did it!" But those who do see his black eye tend to just say "ahhh, well you better get used to it. He's a boy."
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