Until last week, I had ridiculously little time one on one with my sweet, fat, happy baby Whit (aka Cookie.)
So, when the PCP caught that big yellow bus and rode off into the sun rise to start his Kindergarten adventure last week, it was a new beginning for Cookie and me too. Once the tears dried and my head cleared a bit, I pulled out age appropriate toys (think Thomas the Train and those shaped puzzles with the pegs) and the board books and sat down on the playroom floor with my baby. It started like this:
Me: Hi, I'm Mommy
Him: (with an odd look) Hi Mommy
Me: What's your name little baby?
Me: No, silly. And that's not your age either.
*Wow, we've got quite a bit of work to do.*
Me: Your name is Whit.
Him: I Whit.
Me: How old are you, Whit?
Him: I Cookie.
Me: Yes, that's your other name. And you're two. Two years old. (holds up two fingers)
**I swear this child is smart. I know it. I just know he is!**
Me: Are you a boy or girl?
Him: I Batman.
**hmmmm....I'm pretty sure John had no earthly idea who or what Batman was at this stage in the game.**
Me: Are you a baby?
Him: No, I adult.
**This is going to be fun.**
With that, we spent the week doing just what two year olds do. Puzzles, trains, bubbles and the little tot playground at the park. We've slipped into our new routine quite well. And, since we seem to be playing the above conversation on a loop lately, I think we're going to go ahead and start practicing "almost three" for the "how old are you" question. :-)
Speaking of which, I'm off to play with the baby at the baby pool, of all places!