a little corporate
Weather was blessedly cool (well, 26, which seemed a lot less sweaty and tiring than 30) yesterday- quite windy in the AM, and Evadnie dressed Nolan in chinos and a blue pinstripe oxford shirt, both items a bit short in the limbs already. When I came home I thought he looked adorably Jethro-on-casual-Friday, although unless you watched after school TV in the mid 70s or prime time in the 60's not sure you'd get that reference. Just was looking for a picture of Jethro to add and came across this tidbit- whatever happened to Jethro? well....
n late 2003, Baer attempted the redevelopment of a former Wal-Mart location in Carson City into a Beverly Hillbillies themed hotel and casino, but was unsuccessful in his attempt due to building code conflicts and other developers on the neighboring properties.... The plans are for a 40,000-square-foot gambling area with 800 slot machines and 16 tables that would be flanked by various eateries, including Jethro's All You Ken Et Buffet. The project also would feature a showroom, cinema complex and a 240-room, five-story hotel.[2]
Anyway, more Nolan-isms:
"I'd like the perfect cup of tea- pip pip cheerio! (based on a Backyardigans episode)
Pouring his own juice "No help- baby do it!"
Calling fruit snacks "lollipops"- and arranging them in a row before consumption, with discussions of the colours and flavour. Connoisseur behaviour or what....
Loves getting out the "flour" and measuring cups to make pancakes (which he kind of pronouces as "baocakes", very exotically). He likes rituals like this, and gets very upset if things don't go right (like if I forget the banana slices to press into the pancakes, once a cause of a full face down Floor Collapse Of Despair).
Getting ever more into drawing- likes putting faces on things- and play clay, last night did a couple of very creditable worms ("Wormens", again from the Backyardigans) that I helped make fetching little faces on- Nolan held his little self created friends up to look them in the eye and just BEAMED at them, and carried them around until they got smushed (this batch of play clay was a little too soft, my bad for not measuring attentively in the manufacture).
Lying on the couch with his leg up in the air, he said "Mommy leg?" so I put my leg up in the air, and he said "Bigger?" Yep, sure is - "Mommy is bigger than Nolan". "Wookit Mommy fish and baby fish (referring to a mirror he got from Aunty Anica and Uncle Jeff) - Mommy fish is bigger too!"
It's time to get serious about potty training: Evadnie has him in the habit of doing a BM on the toilet but when I casually say "Why don't we put you on the potty for a pee" he always considers briefly and says "No, thanks". Too busy I think. To be honest, I bet he'll be fine for the preschool as he is amenable to others more than his parents in this regard, but maybe I'll try again to get him in the pullups that have a wet feeling liner so he pays more attention. Nolan objects to pullups, and ask for "the white ones" ie real diapers instead, but also sometime streaks through the house gleefully, yelling "no diaper!!!" as I watch his escaping little bare butt. This never fails to make me laugh, but I try not to let him see as it's probably positive reinforcement for naked defiance, so to speak. (Hahaha. Get some sleep, schmuck.)