I had to run to the computer to get this one down before I forgot the exact words. So, I was building a tower of blocks with Zach, and Gabe was playing at the train table. Gabe didn't want to play with the blocks, but he still wanted me to play with him. So, all of a sudden Gabe says, "This really isn't my day, Mom." That got my attention right away, so I asked him why in a very concerned tone to which he replied, "my day is broken. My heart is broken. It breaks my heart." He couldn't explain what broke his heart and his day, but I have a feeling he needed some attention (which I was happy to give him). Not too dramatic, or anything.
And he's never forgotten the line from The Polar Express, "it broke my heart to lose the silver bell." Out of nowhere, Gabe will say, "that song broke my heart" or "you broke my heart".
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Zach's Words
I'm trying again to upload the video. Dang. I think it's too big to upload................ So, Melissa let me upload it to her You Tube account. Here's the link:
I guess I'll need my own You Tube account if I want to add long videos to this blog.
I guess I'll need my own You Tube account if I want to add long videos to this blog.
Video of Zach's Words at 19 Months
Okay, if this works, then I'm taking my computer skills to a whole new level. Even getting this blog started was HUGE for me.
So, here's a couple of videos of Zach repeating the words that he knows:
I tried to upload an even better one, but an error keeps happening. I'll try again later. Wah!
So, here's a couple of videos of Zach repeating the words that he knows:
I tried to upload an even better one, but an error keeps happening. I'll try again later. Wah!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Not Quite an Angel
Tonight, J and I were sitting on the sofa and hanging out with Gabe. J told Gabe that he was an angel. In response, Gabe stated, "I'm not an angel. I look like one; but not quite." He then went on to say that he was not an angel because he was a boy but that angels do look like "childs."
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Not Joying This
So I was just talking about this issue with Melissa the other day, and today it came up again so I thought I'd blog about it. Our two boys are very different. When listening to music in the car, Gabe could listen to the same song over and over and over and over. Zach, on the other hand, is done with a song after listening to it once. He's literally been that way since he was a baby. I'd be driving with the boys in the car when Zach was an infant, and if we repeated a song more than twice, Zach would scream. I didn't really think that it was related to the music at first. I mean, he was an infant - could he really have an opinion about the songs that we were listening to? As Zach's gotten older, he's remained steadfast in fussing, crying, or screaming if we listen to a song more than once or twice.
Gabe gets so irritated with Zach, as he's used to having his way with the car music. The result is that both boys end up crying - Gabe cries if we have to move on from a song or Zach cries if I repeat the song. Why do both boys feel so strongly about how many times a song is played??
In order to explain why Zach doesn't want to listen to a song over and over again, I told Gabe that "Zach's not enjoying" hearing a song again; he prefers hearing a new song. Now, when Zach gets upset at the repeat of a song and I refuse to repeat it, Gabe replies, "I'm not joying this." That always cracks me up.
Gabe gets so irritated with Zach, as he's used to having his way with the car music. The result is that both boys end up crying - Gabe cries if we have to move on from a song or Zach cries if I repeat the song. Why do both boys feel so strongly about how many times a song is played??
In order to explain why Zach doesn't want to listen to a song over and over again, I told Gabe that "Zach's not enjoying" hearing a song again; he prefers hearing a new song. Now, when Zach gets upset at the repeat of a song and I refuse to repeat it, Gabe replies, "I'm not joying this." That always cracks me up.
You Helped Me
We were driving by Gabe's school today, and when Gabe saw it he said, "there's my school." I think in unison, J and I replied, "there's Gabe's school." And then Gabe said, "Mom thanks for helping me." When I asked what he meant by helping him, Gabe said, "Thanks for helping me find my school, Mom." Seriously? How sweet was that? Then J said, "what about me?" And Gabe replied, "you both helped me." Does it get cuter than that?
More Valentine Guilt
Forgot to document that Gabe came home from school on Thursday with another valentine. Attached to the valentine was a wrapped present! Brandon gave him a coloring book and crayons (and candy!)!! When did we stop giving the simple valentine card?? Why didn't anyone tell me??
A Picture of Thursday's valentine:
A Picture of Thursday's valentine:
What?
Gabe's latest school project
Another picture by "Gab" - what happened there?
Penguins!
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