So, Cohen has this little quirk that I love most of the time, but not all of the time. He really likes to be clean. I love this when he wants me to wash his hands or his face, or wipe his runny nose or something like that. He doesn't like to be 'messy' as he calls it. What a good habit to have, right?! I hate it when he spills a drop or two of water on his shirt and then cannot survive if you don't take it off because it is now 'messy.' I especially hate it when this happens at the store or somewhere where we don't have immediate access to a clean shirt, because he will kick and scream and yell until you take it off, and then have to make him wear just his coat for the rest of the errands you are on. Picture it. Lovely. So a few weeks ago, I hadn't put a bib on Evan for lunch and so his shirt needed to be changed because we were eating oatmeal, and not something that brushes off really easy like Ramen Noodles. Anyhow, I take Evans shirt off, and Cohen begins insisting that he needs his shirt off too. I tell him that his shirt is still clean and that it doesn't need to be changed. "No, iss messy mom!" "Where?" "Righ here?" and he points to a perfectly clean spot. "Nope, its clean." He tries again, pointing to another spot, "Righ here?" "No Cohen, you don't need to have your shirt changed, it's clean!" He points to one more spot, which is also clean, which I also turn him down for. He then looks at me, looks back down at his shirt and spits a big ol' spit-wad onto his shirt!!! What?!! At least he's a problem solver, right?! I should have made him wear it, but it made me laugh so hard that I just gave in and took it off. "Yep, now it is messy Cohen. You are right!!!" So funny.
I think Cohen's favorite phrase lately is, "I want do meeself!!!!" I grew up hearing stories about how my phrase like that was "Myself-a-do-it!!" So I actually find this endearing because even though I'm sure most 3 year olds have this independant spirit, it makes me think 'Ohhh!! He gets that from me!'
Cohen thought it was awesome that we gave him a carrot nose!
Yes, I did make him pose for this picture.
So, yea. . .this is Cohen getting into my makeup. He even has it on his teeth!!!
Cohen was blowdrying his own hair, and gave himself this sweet hairdo!
So, we know we're getting older because Cohen has turned 3!!! How am I going to feel when he turns 10? or 20?!!! AAAHHHH!!!! Anyhow, he is such a good boy, and he keeps us laughing every single day. I just love listening to his little voice, with his not quite right pronunciation of things, you know - his kid-talk. I still have to figure a few things out, but for the most part I can understand what the heck he's talking about!!! Communication is a beautiful thing. And he's very reasonable too. And by that I mean that when he is in the middle of throwing a fit, you can usually talk him back to normalcy if you use the right tactics.
Hmmm. . .the most exciting thing going on at our house is potty training. And it's not been that exciting. We've been at it for a good month now, and I think we're ALMOST there. Cohen just decides some days that he's got it, and some days he doesn't. I still mostly remind him to go every few hours, but as long as I do, we go most days without any pee-pee accidents. Poo on the other hand. . .aaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh!!!! Poo we still have a hard time with. The thing is, he calls all of it poopy. . ."Moooom!!!!! I need a poopy!!!!" when he really just needs to pee. And this is the phrase he uses wheather he does indeed need to pee, or if he has already peed. So sometimes I get excited that he's telling me he needs to go, only to discover that he's already gone. But we're saving lots of money on diapers!!!
I don't know where he picked this up, at the excercise class I go to or at nursury, I don't know but Cohen's new favorite phrase is "Nanny-nanny-boo-boo!" He even puts his hands up by his face and wiggles them around. He's not sticking out his tounge yet, but I can imagine thats coming soon. He'll just taunt Evan over and over. Good thing Evan doesn't quite get it, and doesn't quite care, so the taunting goes unrewarded I guess.
A few weeks ago Cohen found the lighter and holds it up to me and says, "Let's play with fire mom!!" Boys. . .it really is genetic, isn't it?
Evan is talking. . .a LITTLE bit. He's a quiet kid. I've even decided to take away his binkie except for sleeping time so that should he feel the urge to say something, at least he won't have the excuse of having something in his mouth, right? I guess it's a little early to get worried, but if it goes on much longer, I just might. He just grunts and points. But the grunting and pointing are working for him, so what reason does he have to start talking? I dont' know!
If I come up with anything more exciting to say, I'll update this boring post!!
Here's Cohen helping me shovel the driveway with his new kid-size shovel.
So, here's yet another post about Cohens prayers. He loves saying the dinner prayer, and is even starting to bless things, rather than just babble about his day. He blesses each of us, usually more than once, he ALWAYS says something about 'playing with the kids', I don't know if he is praying to play with some kids, or if he's thanking Heavenly Father for being able to play with some kids, anyways, and then he has started scanning the table and blessing each of the food items and other things on the table, like the drinks, the chicken (any meat is chicken), sometimes the plates, you get the idea.
