St***d

Well, Andrew has picked up another bad habit from me. The word is "stupid" (I hope that st***d doesn't stand for some other foul word.)

The other day Andrew was out digging in the garden. I went to see how he was doing...

"Hey Andrew, how's it going?"
"Oh, hi Mom. I was just calling this truck stupid."
"Andrew, I wish you wouldn't say that word. It's not nice."
"Oh. But you weren't here to hear me."

I was surprised a 3-year-old would come up with that kind of logic. "If mom's not here, it's okay to say whatever I want!"

Here's another fun conversation we had the other day:

"How was nursery today Andrew?"
"Good. I hit that other boy."
"That's too bad. Why did you hit him?"
"I wanted the truck."
"Well Andrew, you are not supposed to hit other people."
"But Mom, I LOVE to hit people."

Oh great.

Eric walks...and laughs....and waves

Last Thursday Eric took a few steps on his own. Friday morning he really started walking. Now he rarely crawls. Here's a video of him in action. I love the way he holds his arms up to keep his balance -- looks like he's running through the finish line at the end of a race.

And here's a video of Andrew and Eric playing the piano -- well, actually Andrew is acting like he's mad at the piano music that won't stay where he wants it. Anyway, you'll see that Andrew still makes Eric laugh harder than anyone else.

First Horse Ride

Yesterday Andrew rode a horse for the first time. When I asked him if he wanted to ride, he said "Yah!" But disappointedly added, "But I don't have a farmer's hat."

He was such a brave little guy -- clearly nervous when we first put him on the horse, but on the trot back toward me he gave me a big, proud smile.

Then last night while we were getting ready for bed, Andrew said "I don't like to ride that horse very much. I just like to look at horses." Eric can't verbalize much right now, but I think he would agree. He wasn't too thrilled about sitting on the horse.

Learning to walk

Eric has been "cruising" for a couple of months now. He loves to push everything across the floor. My kitchen garbage is one of his favorite things to push and is always on the other side of the room. I've taken videos of him pushing various things: his hippo walker, a plastic shelf I was putting together, and the recycle can.

Eating apples

Andrew eats his apple slices like a watermelon in order to avoid the peel. So today I peeled the apple before slicing it. I went to get the plate and found that he still ate the apple as if it wasn't peeled. When I tried to convince him to eat more of the apple, he simply nibbled a little deeper into the slice. It cracked me up so I took a picture.
No more apple peeling for me!