Andrew 31 months

Month 31, how fascinating you are.

He did something the other day that I didn't think I'd see for oh, 10 more years at least. I asked him a question and he said: "huh?", just so bershon I couldn't believe it. Like a teenager who is just so over it all and can't believe his mom just asked him to go clean his room. And I laughed and laughed.

For the past couple of months Andrew and I have a little bedtime routine that I just have to write about so I don't forget. I usually take Andrew to bed and lie down with him for a few minutes. During that time we say our "nigh-nights". Andrew goes through his list of family and friends and says good-night to everyone. He starts with the names of his friends at school, then moves on to his teachers and finishes off with family, saying good night to each one. It's pretty darn cute.

Andrew has an imaginary alligator. He tells us so. And he's scared of it. There's no actual alligator, stuffed or otherwise (like his big tiger). It doesn't affected him too much, but sometimes in the morning he'll walk into our room and tell us about the alligator downstairs and want to come into bed with us.

Andrew has decided that he doesn't like swimming lessons anymore. The move to teacher-only classes did not go well. We tried three times to get him used to the idea that dad was going to stay out of the pool and he was going to stay in during the lesson, but he "no like that". He basically was hysterical during every lesson. That's no fun for anyone. After the lessons he would say "I don't want to cry at swimming lessons." We've decided to pull him out of formal swimming lessons for now and just play in our own pool until he's a bit older or until we can arrange for Regan and Andrew to be in the same class. He may go for that.

Potty training too is on hiatus. (No eye-rolling Grandparents.) We've talked with his teachers at school and since zero progress has been made in the past 5 months, we are going to give it a rest until the New Year. He's just not ready and has regressed to the point that he won't tell us anymore if he has to go, and he's not able to hold it for any length of time. So, we'll get through the holidays and travel, then start fresh in January.

Andrew is speaking very well now and is very understandable. He can count which is a leap from saying his numbers in the correct order. The his favorite book is The Very Hungry Caterpillar and he counts the 1 apple, 2 pears, 3 plums, you know the rest. He loves his toy cars. Dad went to Phoenix and brought him back a small cast iron airplane which he thinks is the coolest.

Andrew at Lego Land. He loved the cities built out of legos. This is Washington D.C.

I made cupcakes for fun a couple of weeks ago. Andrew just likes the frosting. See, he IS like me on the inside.

Just a few of his favorite things